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“Daddy! Daddy! Let’s go, now! I’m bored!” Min Yoongi stared fondly down at his son of five years, Jungkook, clad in an Iron Man Halloween costume, that he had insisted on getting, “I want candy! Candy! Candy!”
“Remember what I told you, Kook-ah,” Yoongi reminded gently as he grasped Jungkook’s small hand in his own,”Only talking to people with Halloween decorations on their houses, no talking to people who look scary.”
“But it’s Halloween!” Jungkook protested, nose crinkling up like a bunny, as he tried to explain the proper ways of Halloween to his appa, “Things are supposed to be scary!”
“Jungkook,” Yoongi said sharply, “You know what I mean.”
At the tender age of 24, Min Yoongi wasn’t always the best parent. He had graduated college the last summer, and during his second year, his ex-girlfriend in high school had shown up with a three year old Jungkook and dumped him on his doorstep, providing DNA samples that declared Min Yoongi the father of Jeon Jungkook. After seeing the way his son was living with his mother, Jeon Minji, with her always gone at parties, getting high and drunk, he took full custody of Jungkook. It got a bit much sometimes, but his friends were always there to help him.
“Daddy, ready?” Jungkook asked excitedly as they stepped out of the apartment, clapping his hands together. Yoongi spared a small, gruff smile at the cute scene as they set off down the stairs towards the main street in town where the children’s trick-or-treating was taking place. “Let’s go!” Yoongi watched as Jungkook dashed down the street, skipping along the sidewalk happily as he swung his small pillowcase for candy around. Yoongi grinned a tiny bit Jungkook’s cute way of going up to the houses as he looked on, ensuring the safety of his son.
Slowly, Jungkook worked through the houses on their street, collecting massive amounts of candy due to his cute face and cuter pumpkin costume. As Jungkook reached the end of the street, Yoongi walked a little faster, keeping a close eye on him.
At the end of the street was a house where Yoongi knew some college freshmen were staying, and he also knew that they liked staying up till ass crack o’clock on the weekends, partying and playing loud music and generally disrupting his sleeping cycles. There was no way in hell Jungkook would be going to their house asking for candy.
“Daddy, Daddy!” Jungkook tugged on the zipper of Yoongi’s pullover, “Look at that jack-o-lantern!” Yoongi watched with an arched eyebrow as Jungkook pointed at an extremely graphic and artistic pumpkin jack-o-lantern of the male genitals. With a snort, Yoongi pulled on Jungkook’s hand, leading him away from it.
“No, Daddy, I want to ask them! They have decorations!” Jungkook protested, putting up resistance as he dug his heels into the hard pavement, “You said anyone with decorations!” Yoongi weighed the pros and cons of the situation, feeling his position waver as Jungkook’s lower lips trembled, doe eyes beginning to water. Curse his son and his persuasive ways.
“Alright, fine, make it quick,” Yoongi grumbled, making Jungkook cheer as he bounded off excitedly. Yoongi speed walked quickly behind him, not wanting any funny business to happen. Jungkook eagerly rang the doorbell, glancing up at his dad with an excited look.
There were a few loud screams, and someone yelled “get the fucking door, Tae!”, to which Yoongi covered Jungkook’s ears angrily. Loud crashes came, followed by something large hitting the front door. Yoongi took a couple steps back as the door flew open, revealing a panting, out of breath guy wearing a pair of pants and a witches’ hat on his head. There was also a spider painted on his left cheek, and the guy was holding a red cup in one hand.
“Can I,” He started, words slurring, “Can I help your fine ass tonight?” He asked, smiling a boxy grin at Yoongi as his long, slender fingers combed through his pastel lilac hair sitting under the hat. Yoongi bristled at the brat’s nerve, half wanting to slap the shit of out him.
“Trick or treat!” Jungkook chorused, bringing the fucker’s attention to Yoongi’s adorable son. The guy glanced down at Jungkook and rolled his eyes, leaning back into the house.
“Jimin! Seriously! It’s a kid, help!” He yelled loudly, turning back to give Yoongi a rather fake looking smile, “Have a nice night, daddy.”
“Yah!” Yoongi yelled after the guy as he slipped back into the house. Another guy came rushing out, seemingly all innocent smiles and wide eyes. However, after the last guy, Yoongi knew better than to be tricked by a cute face like that.
“Hi, sorry about Taehyung, he really gets into Halloween every year,” The guy smiled widely, Yoongi raising his eyebrows as his eyes curved up, “What can I do for you and this lovely youngster?”
“Trick or treat?” Jungkook raised up his bag of candy for the second time, making the guy swear almost inaudibly under his breath.
He squatted down to Jungkook’s level, smiling as he started talking to him, “Listen little guy, you know what? A really mean, rude ghost came right before you and stole all of our candy from Taehyung, the crazy hyung you just saw, so if you want, I can run back into the house and find some candy.”
“Yes please!” Jungkook responded enthusiastically, much to the guy’s delight.
“If you’d like, I can get something for your brother, too,” The guy mentioned, gesturing to Yoongi, who cross his arms grumpily.
“I’m his father,” Yoongi retorted stiffly, expecting the conversation to turn to cardboard, dry and not going anywhere. The guy took it all in stride.
“Well, that’s still fine, I don’t discriminate and I don’t think this ghost does either, what do you say?” The guy winked at Jungkook, who giggled and clapped his hands, “I’m Jimin, by the way.” Yoongi shook Jimin’s offered hand, grudgingly responding.
“Min Yoongi. I’m your hyung, this is Jungkook,” He informed the younger as Jungkook watched their interaction with wide eyes and a wider smile. Jimin nodded, smiling widely and raced back into the house, leaving the front door gaping open for the duo to see Jimin trip over a pair of shoes in the hallway.
Yoongi barely masked his laugh, making Jungkook look up at him in delight. His appa hadn’t smiled like that in a while, stress from work and stuff like that obviously setting in. Clearly, if they spent more time around Jimin, appa would smile more, so it was obvious what Jungkook would have to do.
More loud crashes sounded from the back of the house, making Jungkook jump. Yoongi placed a relaxing hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, calming him down from the startling, sudden noise.
“DUDE, WHAT THE-“ Yoongi pressed his hands firmly over Jungkook’s ears, protecting his son from the following cuss words that came spewing from the back of the house. This whole ordeal was starting to seem pointless, but he supposed he could do it for his son (and totally not for the cute ass guy Jimin, who also had a cute ass, no pun intended).
“THAT’S MY CANDY, PARK JIMIN, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE,” A loud voice boomed as Jimin scurried down the hall, cheeky smile and flushed cheeks in place.
“Here you go,” Jimin exclaimed cheerfully, dumping the handful of candy he was carrying into Jungkook’s bag. Jungkook grinned cutely, making Jimin squeal and pinch his cheeks.
“Kookie, you’re so cute!” Jimin managed to squeal out, Yoongi rolling his eyes slightly at that.
“Appa, can you stand over there please?” Jungkook pointed to the sidewalk about ten feet away from where they were standing, “I need to ask him something, please?” He brought out the doe eyes, and Yoongi trudged over to where Jungkook was pointing, grumbling about how spoiled his son was. Jungkook turned to Jimin with a determined look on his face, “Jimin hyung, my appa said to only give people his number if there’s an emergency, and I think this is one,” He said solemnly, Jimin trying his best to not coo over the adorable sight, “Please make my appa smile again.”
“You know, Kookie is the ultimate wingman,” Jimin commented from where he laid curled up on Yoongi’s bed, the two just enjoying the quiet of the Halloween night—Taehyung had offered to watch Jungkook and take him trick-or-treating (finally!). It wasn’t a night for sex or anything like that, just time to themselves, “I’m surprised you hadn’t used him before, honestly.”
Yoongi rolled over onto his stomach, chuckling slightly, “If I had, we wouldn’t have made it to our five year anniversary, though. Are you trying to say something, Park Jimin?”
Jimin turned his head to look at Yoongi, eyes curving up into a smile, “Maybe I am,” He responded, poking Yoongi in the nose.
“Yahh, I really am in love with two brats,” Yoongi shook his head, suppressing a gummy smile, “You’re really asking for it now.” Jimin shrieked in laughter as Yoongi started tickling his sides, Yoongi’s quieter chuckle joining in at Jimin squirming on the bed.
From where Jungkook was peering through into their room, he could tell that all was right in the world. He would forever be thankful to Jimin hyung for making his appa smile every day.