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“Hyung, can you get the door?”
Yoongi grunted from the living room, using his foot to turn off the vacuum cleaner in his hand, and letting out a quiet “alright” to Jimin, who was in the kitchen making Jungkook’s favorite macaroni and cheese. It was a weekend, and both he and Jimin had taken three days off at Seokjin and Namjoon’s request. It was their honeymoon, they’d said, and Seokjin’s mother was, as stated by the lady herself, “not fit enough to take care of our little Jungkookie”. Cloud, Jungkook’s dog, was a generally gentle thing, so the little pup was put under his grandmother’s care. Jungkook, though, had no one to take care of him—so of course, Jimin had offered, and though Yoongi had been a little miffed at first at having his alone time with Jimin taken, the thought of Jungkook—adorable, small, happy little Jungkook—was enough to wave his annoyance away.
The doorbell had already rung, which could only mean one thing, really. Either Hoseok was crashing again (to whom Yoongi would wordlessly and gladly close the door to), or Seokjin and Namjoon had arrived to drop their little son off.
“Coming, hold on,” Yoongi called out, dropping the vacuum nozzle in his hand down onto their carpet and trudging through the hallway connecting to the main door.
The first thing he noticed when he opened the door was Seokjin crouching down to Jungkook’s eye level, one hand gently brushing his fluffy fringe to the side. The next thing he noticed was Namjoon standing awkwardly behind them, Jungkook’s Iron Man bag and the stuffed dolphin Yoongi gave Jungkook in his hands. The last thing he noticed was Jungkook refusing to make eye contact with his parents, his lips curled up into such a big pout. Yoongi blinked.
“Uhm,” he started, and Namjoon shrugged in response. Seokjin waved a dismissive hand at him, telling him to wait a bit. Yoongi leaned on the doorframe, watching as Seokjin leaned closer to his son. From within the house, he could hear Jimin saying something (probably asking who was at the door, or maybe complaining about burnt macaroni—he’s not sure), but he remained quiet.
“Jungkookie,” Seokjin mumbled, something like an authoritative but gentle tone lacing his words, “we told you we’d be gone for a while, didn’t we? You told us it was okay with you, and it’s just three days, sweetie. Next thing you know, we’ll be back!”
“But I want to go with Papa and Joonie,” Jungkook mumbled, his voice a little shaky and watery as he clenched his tiny fists tightly, and Yoongi cringed a little when he saw the tears threatening to fall from Jungkook’s big doe eyes.
“Oh, baby,” Seokjin gushed, leaning over and planting a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead, “I’m so sorry that we can’t bring you, but look! You’ll be with Yoonyoon and Chimchim for three days. Don’t you want that? You told me you love Yoonyoon and Chimchim.”
Yoongi smiled softly at the words. Jungkook nodded, sniffling loudly before he took a deep breath and exhaled. He lunged for a hug, mumbling out an, “I love you, Papa, bring me back toys, okay” into Seokjin’s neck before letting go. He kept his head down as he stayed rooted next to Seokjin, who had finally stood back up and was facing Yoongi with an apologetic smile.
“Thank you for this, Yoongi,” he whispered, reaching out and pulling Yoongi into a hug.
Yoongi awkwardly patted his back, nodding his head and moving away when Seokjin finally let go. Namjoon carefully transferred Jungkook’s items into Yoongi’s waiting hands. Yoongi cleared his throat, noticing Jungkook’s hand still curled tightly around the hem of Seokjin’s pink sweater. “Well, enjoy your honeymoon, Jin-hyung, Namjoon-ah.”
“Yeah, we will,” Namjoon grinned at him rather cheekily, and Yoongi rolled his eyes, “take care of Jungkook, please?”
“Of course,” Yoongi deadpanned, hitching the bag on his shoulder and reaching a hand out towards Jungkook who looked up at him with wide, slightly glassy eyes, “hey, little man, let’s go?”
Jungkook stared up at him for a bit before sniffling loudly. He pushed a fist up to wipe away his tears before holding up both his arms, his hands making grabby motions at Yoongi. Yoongi immediately understood, leaning down and scooping up the little boy into his arms. Jungkook settled into his arms before smiling softly, his eyelashes damp from unshed tears. “Yoonyoon, can we say bye to Papa and Joonie until they leave with the car?”
Yoongi hummed, already following the married couple out the door. Their black car was parked in front of Yoongi and Jimin’s house, the engine still running. Seokjin kissed Jungkook on the cheek again before slipping into the driver’s seat (“Namjoon’s a bad driver, I’m not risking it,” he’d said). Namjoon gave Jungkook a fist bump, ruffling his hair and squeezing Yoongi’s shoulder gently. “Take care of him. We’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah, yeah, stay safe. Jimin says his regards, too,” Yoongi said, hitching Jungkook up a little higher in his arms.
They watched as Namjoon and Seokjin finally drove off. They stayed standing on the side walk for a few moments, Jungkook looking into the distance. Yoongi watched him for a few breaths before letting himself grin, letting one hand go and pinching Jungkook’s cheek.
“So, let’s go in? Chimchim’s waiting, little guy.”
Jungkook’s eyes sparkled a little at the mention of Jimin’s name, and he smiled brightly, nodding his head.
After one bowl of Jimin’s macaroni and cheese, a glass of apple juice, and four chocolate chip cookies, Jungkook was happily sitting on their couch, stuffed dolphin in his arms as he watched some cartoons on the television. Yoongi remained seated in his chair, still sipping carefully from his own cup of apple juice. Jimin was standing, quietly gathering Jungkook’s bowl and glass from the table.
“Sorry,” Jimin mumbled softly, eyes flitting up to glance at Yoongi and giving him a soft apologetic smile.
Yoongi shook his head, smiling a little as Jungkook let out a happy little giggle at the television. “It’s alright, baby. You don’t have to say sorry.”
Jimin quickly placed the bowl and glass in their sink, leaving it there in favor of rounding the table and sitting on Yoongi’s lap. He looped one arm around the older man’s neck, fingers threading through jet black hair. “I know, but I also know you’ve been looking forward to this weekend. I have, too—I really, really miss spending time with you—but. Yeah. Jungkook’s practically our son, too, you know?”
He giggled breathily, warm brown eyes crinkling in mirth and pure unadulterated bliss, leaning over and hiding his blushing face on the crook of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi snaked an arm around his waist to hold him steady, a smile on his face. Inside, his heart thumped wildly at Jimin’s words. Our son, he’d said. It…it sounded nice.
“Okay, true. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend, too, figured I’d take you out for a date, buy you some things, cuddle with you, and maybe fuc—”
“Yoongi!” Jimin whispered harshly, trying to look scandalized and offended, but the grin and blush on his face said otherwise.
Yoongi grinned lazily up at him, feeling his heart fill with so much warmth, so much love, so much adoration for the younger boy perched on his lap. Jimin nosed at his neck, his warm breath fanning across his skin. Yoongi let his thumb run soft circles on Jimin’s hip, finger snaking under his shirt.
“I planned things, but, it’s okay. We have all the time, don’t we?” Yoongi whispered, lips pressed into the crown of Jimin’s hair, and he could feel Jimin relax in his hold, head bobbing up and down in agreement.
“We do. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. Neither are you, hyung,” Jimin mumbled cheekily, peeking up at him and smiling.
Yoongi leaned in for a kiss, but it was too quick for his taste. Jimin scrambled off his lap, grinning in barely contained amusement as he sauntered back towards the sink to wash the dishes that Jungkook used. Already, Yoongi was missing the warmth and weight on his lap.
Truthfully, Yoongi still felt a little bummed out at having his weekend with Jimin turn into babysitting weekend. He really did have plans—though, he hadn’t been entirely honest with Jimin. Yes, he’d planned on taking Jimin out for a date, to buy him things, cuddle with him, and definitely do something more than cuddling, but he had left out one important detail that he couldn’t tell Jimin.
He had been planning on proposing to him that weekend.
He groaned quietly, sighing in disappointment as he remembered the blue velvet box hidden under all his underwear and socks. It had been there for months already—four, to be exact—and he’d been so nervous yet excited at the prospect of finally giving it to Jimin that weekend, but. Well. Best friend and godfather duty called.
Jungkook suddenly squealed, and Yoongi decided to stop moping about. He’d propose. Someday. He will.
“Yoonyoon.”
Yoongi groaned in his sleep, turning over to press his face against the pillow. Something tugged on the collar of his tee shirt, followed by something cold and soft squishing his cheeks together. His eyes snapped open blearily, and he could vaguely see Jungkook’s small figure standing by his bedside, cheeks imprinted with blanket prints and one side of his hair sticking up. Adorable.
“Kook-ah…?” Yoongi mumbled sleepily, inhaling sharply as he sat up, hand running through his hair. Beside him, Jimin curled into a ball, mumbling in his sleep and smacking his lips loudly.
“Yoonyoon,” Jungkook whined, tugging on his comforter, “pee-pee.”
“Pee-pee? What…?” Yoongi swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing a palm on the back of his neck and finally looking at Jungkook, who was squirming on the spot and pressing his legs together. Yoongi squinted a little before realization dawned on him. “Oh. Pee-pee. Right. Pee. Uh, let’s go, little guy.”
He carefully slid out of bed, mumbing out a, “Jungkook, pee”, when Jimin let out a questioning grunt. He accompanied Jungkook to the bathroom down the hall, flicking the light switch on in the hallway as they passed through. Jungkook happily waddled into the bathroom, closing it behind but not entirely shut (“Papa told me never to lock the door because I’m small and I might get into an accident”, he’d explained). Yoongi leaned on the wall outside, yawning a little as he waited for Jungkook.
When the little boy crept out, hands damp from washing them, he suddenly looked up at Yoongi curiously. He tilted his head to the side before taking one of Yoongi’s hand into his. He inspected it closely, frowning when he didn’t see what he was looking for.
“Where’s your ring?” He asked softly, blinking up at Yoongi with wide, totally awake eyes.
Yoongi shrugged. “What ring?”
“Your forever ring with Chimchim! You told me you were going to ask him to be with you forever and ever,” Jungkook explained as he dropped Yoongi’s hand.
Yoongi laughed softly, pulling his hand back up and ruffling Jungkook’s hair vigorously, earning himself a disgruntled squeal. “I was going to give it to him this weekend, but it can wait. We’re your substitute dads for now, me and Chimchim, got to focus on you.”
Jungkook shook his head, reaching out and clutching Yoongi’s boxers. He almost tugged them down completely from his excitement if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s quick reflexes. In any other circumstance, he’d be totally game for tugging his boxers down, but alas, it wasn’t Jimin pulling them down.
“Yoonyoon, I’ll help you give it to Chimchim! Let’s give it to him, let’s give it to him!” Jungkook bounced excitedly, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Yoongi crouched down, an exasperated yet amused smile curving his lips. He clamped down his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders. “It’s okay, kid, it really can wait. Let’s just play all weekend, yeah?”
“No!” Jungkook shook his head furiously, cheeks bouncing along, and Yoongi wanted to coo at how cute it all was. “When Papa looks at his forever ring, he’s always smiling and looking very happy. Even Taetae was happy when I gave him a forever ring! Chimchim should be happy, too, Yoonyoon!”
“Wait, wait, back up. You gave Taehyung a ring?”
“Hm. Before I left the house with Papa and Joonie earlier,” Jungkook clarified, before suddenly cupping Yoongi’s face tightly, “so Chimchim should have one, too! We should all have forever rings now!”
Jungkook looked so serious, eyes glinting with determination, lips curled up into a cute serious pout. Yoongi chuckled softly, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair again. Jungkook grinned at him happily.
“Okay, okay, Mr. Wingman. What do you have in mind?”
“A picnic?”
Yoongi pretended not to hear Jungkook and Jimin talking in the living room. He was in his home studio, but as soon as Jimin’s soft voice had wafted into his studio, he carefully and quietly wheeled his chair towards the doorway a little, eavesdropping on the two.
“Yeah! Chimchim, I want to go on a picnic!” Jungkook’s voice sounded excited. He probably really was excited. Yoongi smiled a little.
“Hmm, alright, but it might just only be me coming with you, is that okay? I think Yoongi-hyung’s busy.” The television turned off, and Yoongi heard the soft padding of feet heading for his studio.
Quickly, he wheeled back his chair into his studio and hurriedly opened a random application, pretending to be busy with work (he realized too late that he was literally just clicking his left mouse button on the Google homepage—if Jimin noticed, he didn’t say). He heard Jimin’s soft knock on his open door, and he calmed his breathing down before turning around, raising an eyebrow at Jimin and Jungkook. Jungkook was grinning at him, a little too obviously, really, and Yoongi rolled his eyes when the little boy gave him a thumbs up.
“Hyung, Jungkookie wants to go on a picnic. You up for it?” Jimin asked sweetly, a warm smile curving his lips up that never fail on making Yoongi’s heart flutter in his chest.
He swallowed—from nervousness, he’s not sure—before shrugging, closing his laptop down softly. “Yeah, sure. Right now?”
Jimin smiled widely at him, striding into the room and looping his arms around Yoongi’s neck to kiss him on the lips, loud and wet and childish. Jungkook squealed, covering his eyes and running back into the living room as he screamed about cooties. Jimin laughed against his lips as he pulled Yoongi up, running his fingers through his hair.
“Guess you still ended up taking me out on a date,” Jimin teased, kissing Yoongi again as the older man rested his hands against Jimin’s hips.
“Huh, I guess so,” he murmured, nibbling on Jimin’s lower lip as he snaked his arms around his waist, fingers crawling under Jimin’s sweater, “look forward to it, love.”
Jimin hummed, before letting go and patting Yoongi on the chest. “Well, let’s drop by the store for a bit and buy some food, ‘kay? We only have mats and stuff for the picnic.”
Jimin slipped out of his grasp and bounced away, leaving Yoongi by himself, lips tingling from Jimin’s kiss, skin warm and alive from where Jimin had touched him. He snapped back into his senses, and quickly made his way to their bedroom. He opened his wardrobe, hand digging under his underwear and socks. When he felt the soft, smooth surface of the blue velvet box, he smiled. His heart thudded in his chest a little too quickly as his fingers wrapped around the box.
“Yoonyoon, are you ready?” Jungkook peeked into his bedroom, wide eyes blinking in excitement.
Yoongi smiled. “Yeah, Kook-ah. I think I am.”
Jimin found it weird that Yoongi wanted to go to the park one bus away, at the park where they first met each other on rainy day, but he didn’t say anything. After settling under the shade of a tree, Jimin proceeded to take out a book as he reclined against the tree trunk. Yoongi played with Jungkook at the monkey bars for a bit, until Jungkook decided that he’d had enough. He waddled over to Yoongi, little fingers clutching at the material of Yoongi’s jeans.
“Are you going to give it to him now?” Jungkook tugged on his jeans incessantly, and Yoongi shrugged, looking around.
“I, uh, don’t know. How, I mean,” Yoongi fidgeted a bit, fingers clenching and unclenching as a sudden wave of nervousness flooded him.
Jungkook stepped closer and tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling him down. Yoongi leaned close. “Yoonyoon, what’s so hard about giving a ring?”
Yoongi frowned a little. He felt a little, well, ridiculous, really, that he’s discussing things like this with a five-year old. Yoongi licked his lips tentatively before sighing. “Well—see, it’s not just a ring—”
“It’s just a ring. Chimchim likes you enough to share cooties with you. I’m sure he’s going to be happy if you give him a forever ring. Remember? I asked him before for you!” Jungkook beamed up at him excitedly, gently patting Yoongi’s cheek with his small hand. “You can do it, Yoonyoon! You’re like a superhero! You can do anything—you fix all those things that Joonie breaks, don’t you?”
Yoongi almost snorted into the kid’s face. A smile found its way onto his face. “That’s…yeah, that’s true.”
“And you make Chimchim smile, like Joonie does to Papa. You can do it, Yoonyoon!”
Yoongi exhaled—in relief, exasperation, amusement—he’s not sure. He pinched Jungkook’s cheek gently before standing up and glancing around. Jimin was sprawled on their picnic mat carelessly, mouth open as he dozed off. Across the street, he spotted a flower shop, and a bakery next to it. Suddenly, he was stuck with an idea. Cheesy, yes, and definitely not his style, but, well. It was for Jimin. Jimin has always been a hopeless romantic. Yoongi’s pretty damn sure Jimin would love it.
“Kook-ah, wait—shh, you’ll wake him! It’s not okay yet!”
“But I want to see if it’s in the cake!”
“Don’t touch it, it’s in there! He’s going to eat this and you just touched your shoes!”
Jimin slowly stirred awake, and the voices near him suddenly ground to a halt. His back hurt a little from the tiny pebbles under their picnic mat, but it was bearable. He brought his hands up to his face, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a pretty bizarre scene, considering who was in it.
Yoongi was down on one knee, eyes wide as he stared at Jimin in surprise. Placed on top of his palms was a small cute chocolate cake, with an equally cute drawing of a mochi. Standing beside Yoongi with both hands poised like he was going to stab the cake was Jungkook, eyes as wide as Yoongi’s. Beneath Yoongi’s propped up leg was a large bouquet of orange blossoms and baby’s breath. Jimin quirked up an eyebrow.
“…am I supposed to know what’s happening?” Jimin asked carefully, trying to fight back a smile at how cute the two boys in front of him looked.
Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but Jungkook suddenly grabbed the cake from Yoongi’s hands. Jimin jumped at the sudden movement, but Jungkook was already pushing the cake towards him. “Chimchim, Chimchim! Eat the cake, eat the cake!”
“Uh,” Jimin muttered nervously, eyeing the cake suspiciously, “what’s the cake for?”
“A surprise! Yoonyoon’s surprise for you,” Jungkook smiled sweetly, placing the cake on Jimin’s lap and proceeding to fold his hands behind his back.
All the while, Yoongi stayed on one knee, eyeing Jimin nervously. He was worrying on his lower lip, a nervous tic of his. Jimin tilted his head to the side a little in question before smiling reassuringly. “Alright, then. I’m sure whatever this surprise is, I’ll like it.”
Jungkook nodded excitedly as he hurriedly scrambled to their little picnic basket, digging out one fork and handing it to Jimin excitedly. All the while, Jimin just glanced at Yoongi in amusement because, well—the older man was blushing. His boyfriend was blushing a very, very cute shade of pink, and his lips were puffed out unconsciously into a pout as he watched Jimin carefully.
Jimin shrugged, deciding to humor the two children he was with. He sliced one big chunk from the cake, to which Jungkook gasped a little too cutely, and Yoongi reacted with gripping his knee firmly. Jimin cocked an eyebrow but ate the cake, anyway. It really was good—chocolatey, creamy, a little bitter, and chunky.
Hold on.
Chunky?
Jimin chewed a little, feeling something hard and cold in his mouth. He was about to spit it out when Jungkook suddenly, out of the fucking blue, sneezed. Jimin jumped in surprise, and he accidentally swallowed a bit of the cake in his mouth…along with the cold, hard little thing. His eyes widened when he realized what it was.
A ring.
Holy hell, he was choking on a ring.
Yoongi quickly moved to Jimin’s side, thumping his back once, twice, thrice until Jimin finally coughed it out into his waiting hand. Jungkook was stock still by Jimin’s feet, eyes wide as he watched the scene unfold before him. Jimin was still frozen speechless, staring wide-eyed at the ring sitting on his palm, Yoongi’s warmth radiating off him from beside him. Jimin looked up at him.
“What,” Jimin started, gulping again when he realized that there was still a little cake left in his mouth, “what is this?”
Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again when he realized just how much he failed his plan. He slumped down, one arm slung across Jimin’s shoulders. “A ring.”
“I know. But. Well. I almost choked to death,” Jimin said airily, like he didn’t really mind what happened to him (he really didn’t, to be frank).
“It’s…I was going to ask you to marry me, and—”
“Wait. I almost choked to death because you were going to propose?” Jimin’s voice raised a bit higher, and Yoongi winced. Jimin rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping his lips. “You couldn’t have proposed like any other normal person?”
Yoongi whined under his breath, frowning and pressing his face against Jimin’s shoulder. “I know you love clichés, okay, so I thought maybe…you know. I was really going to postpone it but Jungkook demanded that I propose already because you deserved to be happy.”
Jimin stayed quiet for a moment, mulling over his words. Yoongi could feel Jimin shifting next to him, and he prepared himself for a long tirade about the general danger his little stunt had. Instead, though, he felt small, warm hands cup his cheeks. They lifted his face up, and he was met with Jimin’s smiling face, blush blooming across his cheeks, his neck. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, as he giggled softly.
“I love clichés, but damn, Min Yoongi, I love you more,” Jimin murmured as he leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, sweet and chaste and perfect. He pulled away, hands cupping the ring as he sniffled a little, letting himself laugh a bit at Yoongi. “Put the ring on me?”
Yoongi stared for a few moments before lunging forward, hands running and tangling through Jimin’s black hair. Beside them, he heard Jungkook scream about cooties, followed by footsteps thundering away from them as the little boy headed for the monkey bars, away from the site of cooties. Yoongi bit Jimin’s lower lip gently, eliciting a soft whimper from the younger male. He pushed him down on the picnic mat, Jimin laughing as Yoongi hovered over him.
Yoongi took the ring in his hand, taking Jimin’s own and gently, softly, slipping the simple silver band around his boyfriend’s finger. “Perfect,” Yoongi whispered, and Jimin couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah,” he mumbled in agreement, pulling Yoongi closer and kissing him wherever his lips reached, “perfect.”
(“Hi, Papa! Chimchim cooked me mac and cheese again.”
“Hm, is that so? Did you say thank you?”
“Of course! I’m a good boy. Oh! Papa! I have something to tell you!”
“What is it, baby?”
“Yoonyoon and Chimchim exchanged forever rings! Like Papa and Joonie, and like me and Taetae.”
“Wha—”
“Chimchim kept on crying so Yoonyoon kept on kissing him. Yuck. Cooties.”
“…okay?”
“And then we watched cartoons, and then when we were going to sleep, I think Yoonyoon made Chimchim cry. I think they were fighting.”
“…oh my go—what makes you say that?”
“I heard Chimchim making sad sounds. He sounded like he was in pain, and something kept on hitting the wall. Is Yoonyoon bad?”
“…no. Uhm. Sweetie? Please give the phone to Yoonyoon?”
“Hm, okay. See you soon, Papa! Love you! I love Joonie, too!”)
(“You motherfuc—did you seriously have sex while my son was there?”
“...oh. He heard...?”
“He thought you were hitting Jimin.”
“...well, if we're going to be technical—”
“Hold it right there.”)