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"Hoseok, Hoseok stop it. Hoseok, no. Appa said no. Stop running. Goddamnit, please." Yoongi groaned and gave up at the ridiculous thought of actually controlling his five year old's excitement. Instead he flopped down onto the couch, burying his head in his hands and speaking loudly.
"Appa's not going to play with you anymore, I'm tired and need a break. I'm not chasing after you so enjoy having the rest of the day to yourself." Yoongi finished, his voice solid and radiating off the impatience he felt. Seokjin would probably kill him and Namjoon wouldn't be too pleased either but Yoongi was too worn out to give a damn.
He laid down on the couch and covered his eyes with an arm and the other behind his head. Resting for just five minutes before he needed to get up again to find Hoseok before the kid broke something expensive. As if he hasn't already destroyed everything delicate. He wasn't really going to leave his kid alone, his heart wouldn't allow it. But just a few minutes of Yoongi Time wouldn't hurt anyone.
When Yoongi woke up he felt peaceful because damn, if that wasn't the best sleep he's had in ages. No alarms, no deadlines, no five year olds jumping on him... No five year olds.
"Hobi!"
Yoongi sprang up when he realised it was dark outside. Glancing at the clock he saw it read 8 PM. He'd been asleep for six hours? And Hoseok hadn't had any supervision for he past day? Where was he, was he ok? What had he done when he needed the toilet, had he hurt himself, had he locked himself in a cupboard? Had his baby eaten?!
"Hobi? Sunshine, where are you?" Yoongi called out in desperation, running up two steps at a time when he realised that the stair gates were left open when he definitely closed them.
"Hobi, are you in here?" Yoongi walked into the child's bedroom, the light was off but then again, his baby couldn't reach the switch yet. Oh, he hoped he wasn't here, little Hobi was terrified of the dark.
"Appa?"
His heart broke at the soft whisper that called out to him. It led him to a corner of the room, the only corner where the moonlight was shining. The small five year old was sitting with his knees to his chest and clutching onto a stuffed bear, shivering from the cold and wiping away tears from his puffy eyes.
"Oh, Sunshine, it's alright. Appa's here now and Appa is so sorry for falling asleep." Yoongi turned on the light and sat on the floor in front of the boy, running a hand through Hoseok's hair and moving to thumb away the offending tears.
Instead of jumping into his arms like he expected, Hoseok let out a tiny whimper and hid himself behind his stuffy a little more. "I'm sorry, Appa."
"Sorry for what?" Yoongi worried. "Did you get hurt? Did something break? It's okay if it did, I'm not mad but I need to know if you're alright."
He shook his head for a no and looked up at his father, teary eyes glistening in the light. "I'm sorry for not being a good boy. I'm gonna change and- and I'm gonna be a nicer boy and not be- um, not be annoy- annoying and hyper."
Yoongi blinked in shock, shaken further from what his son had just said. He was unsure where this was coming from. Who told his boy he needed to change? Who?
"Sunshine, why would you change? Don't be sorry for being you, I'd miss my hyper Hobi." Yoongi pulled the stuffed bear away from Hoseok's face gently.
"But you hate me!"
"..."
Hoseok pulled bear back to bury his face in it, loud sobs echoing through the room and Yoongi desperately wanted to join in.
The man swallowed thickly, unable to grasp on to the meaning behind the words thrown haphazardly at him. His heart's pace quickened and his palms grew sweaty. He opened his mouth to speak only to close it again. This was his baby boy, what was he talking about.
"Sunshine?" His voice broke off at the last syllable, forcing him to clear his throat. He couldn't break down in front his kid. Yoongi wasn't like his mother. He wouldn't burden a child with the heavy realities of life.
"Hobi Baby?" He tried again. Moving his hand through the kid's hair to gain his attention and calm him. "I love you. I love you so, so, so much you can't imagine it. I love you more than anyone else ever could. I could never, ever hate my Sunshine."
"B-but... But Appa said he was tired of me!" Hoseok reminded, wailing loudly. His face was blotchy with tears and snot trailing down, his voice shrill and pained. Yoongi's heart hurt at the sight, grabbing a tissue he wiped away to clean Hoseok's face, only for the tears to be replaced immediately.
"Hobi, I'm so sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. I would never get tired of you. You're my Sunshine. I was only tired and it was wrong of me to blame it on you and make you feel bad. You are a very good boy. Okay? You are a very good boy. I'm sorry I said mean and silly things. I'm sorry I fell alseep. Appa was really silly today, huh?" Yoongi took ahold of Hoseok's little hands, kissing both palms as the boy hiccuped.
"Do you forgive me, Hobi Baby?"
"Um, is- is Appa sure he loves Hobi?" He asked insecurely.
Yoongi smiled sweetly, kissing his forehead. "I haven't been more sure of anything else."
"Then Hobi forgives Appa." He grinned, blinding Yoongi with the radiance of his smile.
Chuckling, Yoongi tried to pull Hoseok to him. "Come here and give Appa a kiss."
But he stayed where he was, his smile faltering. "I... Hobi couldn't use the big toilet and had an accident."
"Oh," Yoongi chewed his lip, taking an actual look at Hoseok and was horrified at himself for ignoring his son's needs. His son was shivering from the cold when the air was room temperature because his clothes were wet. Hoseok was shaking as he sat in his own urine, unsure of how to use the toilet without help and most likely stayed in one spot in order not to get anything messy. Yoongi wanted to cry, his son was miserable and still tried to be thoughtful. "Don't worry, that was Appa's fault. Come on, let's go clean you up and get you something to eat then we can put you to bed, alright?"
"Okay," he raised his arms to be lifted.
Yoongi prayed his child wouldn't end up with a cold or a rash. He'd need to clean the floor of the bedroom but that can be a bit delayed. It was now that Yoongi noticed the smell in the air, having been too concerned to realise it when before.
"Next time, no matter how sleepy Appa is, Hoseokie needs to wake me up and remind me I have Appa things I have to do."
Giggling cutely, Hoseok nodded. "Okay."
Picking up his son he took him to the bathroom, peeling of his clothes and placing him in warm water. Indulging the five year old by dumping all of his bath toys instead of just a few and adding more bubbles than usual. Yoongi washed his boy as he played, loud giggles contrasting with the previous harsh sobs that had left his mouth a few minutes ago.
Wrapping Hoseok with a fluffy blanket, he wiped him off before clothing him in his bear onesie.
"Rawr! Appa, I'm scary!"
"You're terrifying. Please, I'm not tasty!"
"Rawr!"
So Yoongi spent the next five minutes being chased around the bedroom by his five year old but it was as much as he could do. He'd neglected his child for six hours because of his own stupid desires.
It was when Hoseok stopped abruptly and doubled over, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain did Yoongi remember that it was nearly nine hours since his son hadn't eaten. His last food being an orange he'd eaten in the afternoon. Picking him up, Yoongi sat him at the couch, deciding to skip the kitchen table for one night to watch whatever cartoons came on at 9 PM.
Quickly making something easy to eat, Yoongi brought it out to the living room, switching in the TV and spoon fed his Sunshine.
"Hey, Hobi?"
"Yeah, Appa?"
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"I love you more!"
"No, you more!"
"No, you more!"