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Category: Gen

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTSRelationship: OT7 - Relationship

Character: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim

Namjoon | Rap Monster, Park Jimin (BTS), Kim Taehyung | V, Jeon

Jungkook

Additional Tags: Crack, Fluff, Domestic, Humor, Mama!Jin, Baby!Bangtan, Alternate

Universe - College/University, Pairings If You Squint, Angst, OT7,

KimSeokjinAppreciationDay is everyday, HwaYangYeonHwa

Stats: Published: 2015-06-30 Updated: 2016-01-07 Chapters: 13/? Words:

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Adventures of Mama!Jin

by vppa

Summary

Unrelated ficlets about Mama!Jin ft. his six children. Because there is not enough Seokjin

in the world.

Notes

Edit: I'd like to think that my writing has improved since I first posted this so bear with me

through the first couple of chapters? :D

1. Groceries: Seokjin and his boys go grocery shopping. Things don't go as planned.

[Crack]

2. Baby Brother: Seokjin may think Jeon Jungkookie is an angel, but vmin knows better.

Baby!Bangtan. [Fluff]

3. Protective: Their pretty hyung keeps getting hit on and the children do not approve.

[Fluff?]

4. For You: Seven instances in which Seokjin puts his children before himself. [Angst]

5. Vacation: Bangtan at the beach. Domestic fluff with no plot. [Fluff]

6. Meet the Family: Jungkookie brings his boyfriend home to meet his family for the firsttime. [Crackish]

7. Untitled: Seokjin is angry and no one knows why. Panic ensues. [Humor/Fluff]

8. Happy Jungkook Day: Happy birthday, Kookie. Baby!Bangtan. [Fluff/Angst]

9. Bedtime: His children can't sleep so they decide to be freakishly annoying instead.

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Baby!Bangtan. [Fluff]

10. Run: I can't do anything but run, I can't do anything but love you. [Angsty Feels]

11. #HappyJinDay: No one remembers Seokjin's birthday. [Fluff..?]

12. Big Boys Don't Cry: Yoongi is a big boy. Baby!Bangtan. [Fluff]

13. Year of the Monkey: "'Momma Jin'?" Taehyung screeches indignantly.

"'FlowerBoyTrio?' Are you fucking kidding me -" [Crack]

Read in Vietnamese here!

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Groceries

Chapter Summary

Seokjin and his boys go grocery shopping. Things don't go as planned.

"Alright everyone, find your buddy and bring back your assigned groceries to the front of the

store in thirty minutes!" Seokjin calls to the six confused boys who have never stepped foot inside

anything bigger than a convenient store to buy food.

"Hyung please, I'm seventeen, not seven," Jungkook huffs as he gapes at how big everything is,

only to realize that he has fallen behind and almost loses sight of the group.

"Kookie-ah, we just got here and we almost lost you! Go hold someone's hand, child. Now shoo,you all have my number if you need me," Seokjin says before he takes off towards the poultry

section to get enough meat for seven grown men. I wonder if leaving them alone is a good idea,

he thinks worriedly. Oh well, baby birds must leave the nest sometime...

---

As soon as Seokjin leaves, Namjoon steps up as their unofficial leader and begins delegating.

"Alright guys! You heard what hyung said, let's split up into three teams. Jimin and Yoongi-

hyung can get the fruits and vegetables, Jungkook and Taehyung will handle the other food, and

Hoseok and I will get the non-food stuff. Sound okay?"

Jimin is scowling and mumbles something along the lines of why can't I go with Jungkookie, but

Yoongi drags him over to the produce section before he can start whining.

Meanwhile, Taehyung starts off running and Jungkook, startled, races after him. "Hyung, do you

even know where you're going?" Kookie asks, narrowly avoiding an elderly woman and her cart.

"Hmm, I don't know, let's go to aisle...three!" Taehyung shouts, hoping that they'll find some of

this "extra virgin olive oil" stuff there. Why the oil had to be extra virginal was beyond him, but if

that's what Seokjin-hyung wanted...

---

"Namjoon, where the hell are we?" whimpers Hoseok as they walk through the all-pink aisle.

Pads. Pads. More pads. Tampons? 'Feminine Hygiene.' What? Do men not have hygiene too?

Why is everything so pink!

"I don't know dude, the lady said the shampoo and stuff was by the pharmacy and we're by the

pharmacy and I don't know, and what the HELL are pads?!"

---

"Okay hyung, the list says we need onions, carrots, spinach, cabbage, tomatos, potatos and

bananas," Jimin reads excitedly. "Let's go!"

Yoongi side-eyes him. "...You have too much energy. Let's just finish this quickly so I can nap on



that bench over there."

"Haha, whatever you say hyung." Jimin laughs it off, being the good-natured boy he is. As he

stops in front of a stand of Seokjin's beloved onions and bags a couple, a woman taps him on the

shoulder.

"Hello! Would you like a sample of our kiwis today?" she offers, beaming at him.

"Sure, I'd love to!" Jimin beams back. Taking a bite, his face lights up. "Hyung! This is so good,try some! Hey, let's buy some kiwis to share with everyone!"

Moving on to the carrots, Jimin is again approached by a nice elderly man who offers him a

sample of a pineapple. "Mm, that's delicious! Hyung, let get some of these too!"

Yoongi groans. He knew he should've stayed home today.

---

"CANDY!!!"

Taehyung hit the jackpot. Rather than finding olive oil, he and Jungkook had stumbled upon a

seemingly endless supply of candy and snacks.

"NO WAY, Jungkookie, they have sour skittles! The convenient store stopped selling those!! OH

MY GOD, are those gummy worms? I LOVE THE GROCERY STORE!"

"HEY HYUNG, LOOK!" Jungkook yells. As soon has Taehyung turns around, his face is

assaulted by a neon green pool noodle. He grabs onto the end and yanks it out of Jungkook's

hand, chasing him down the aisles, all thoughts of the shopping list forgotten.

---

Seokjin is deciding between sausages or chicken for dinner when he hears a faint, "Attention,

mother of Taetae and Kookie. We have found your sons. Please pick them up at the customer

service kiosk. Again, mother of Taetae and Kookie, your sons are at the customer service kiosk."

Seokjin facepalms.

---

"Didja hear that, Namjoonie? Taetae and Kookie keke," giggles Hoseok as he balances several

bottles of shampoo and deodorant.

"Yeah, I wonder if they're done? We just have to get the toilet paper and we're all set!" Namjoon

says cheerfully. The grocery store isn't too bad, he thinks. He just has to remember to avoid aisle

sixteen. "Hey look, there's the toilet paper!"

Hoseok glances at the pyramid-like display and purses his lips. "You get it, you're taller and you're

only holding a box of Q-tips." He pauses. "Don't break anything!" he jokes, semi-serious.

"Ha ha, very funny. I don't go around destroying everyth - fuck!" Namjoon screams as the entire

mountain topples over on top of him and Hoseok, who bumps into a nearby table causing it to flipover and send its contents flying through the air. Namjoon spots an irate-looking employee across

the room stalking towards them and panics.

"Shit, run, RUN!"



---

"Clean-up in aisles three, four, seven and nine. I repeat, clean-up in aisles three, four, seven and

nine."

---

Thirty minutes have passed and Seokjin warily makes his way to the front of the store. First stop is

the customer service kiosk, where he sees the two maknaes from afar with a basket full of whatseems to be candy, pool toys, and...coloring books?

"Eomma!" Taehyung cries as he spots Seokjin, running over to give him a hug. Jungkook just

shoots him a guilty smile. "We got lost and this nice woman helped us find our way!"

The woman in question raises her eyebrow and purses her lips. "These are your...sons, sir?" she

asks disbelievingly. Seokjin sighs.

"Yes, these are indeed my children," he mutters as he heads towards the loud screams of Where's

Seokjin-hyung?! coming from the front of the store. "Come along you two, hold onto the cart so

you won't get lost."

---

"Park Jimin, what on earth am I going to do with seven pineapples, six watermelons, four bags of

oranges, and three bouquets of flowers?" Seokjin asks exasperatedly.

Jimin pouts. "But hyung! They were all so delicious! And the flowers smell very nice, I thought

you liked flowers!"

Seokjin stares at him for a bit, ignoring the snickers behind him, then shifts his gaze to the right.

"Yoongi-ah, you're supposed to be the logical one here. Why didn't you stop him?"

"You try saying no to those eyes, hyung," Yoongi murmurs, trying his best to look away from

Jimin's puppy dog eyes, which were working full-force. He also didn't want to admit that the

watermelons were actually his idea.

Seokjin sighs. Again. "Okay Jiminnie, only one of each though, okay? And you have to keep the

pink flowers," he adds with a fond grin.

"Okay hyung! Here, these are for you~" Jimin coos as he hands Seokjin the pink carnations and

leaves to put away the extra fruit.

Hoseok pushes his way through and announces proudly, "Hyung, we got everything we were

supposed to! Shampoo, deodorant, Q-tips, and toilet paper!" He left out the part about how they

managed to obtain the toilet paper. Perhaps another day...

Seokjin grins and collects the items onto the conveyor belt, examining the shampoo and frowning

when he reads the label. "Hobi, the maknae's are all sensitive to sulfates, remember? We have to

buy them their special shampoo."

Hoseok's face falls and Namjoon nonchalantly mentions that Hoseok was the one that had picked

it out, not him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jungkook are trying to pile their candy and goods ontothe belt without Seokjin seeing, but now they know what having eyes at the back of the head

means because Seokjin threatens them to remove everything without even turning around (though

he does allow them to keep one coloring book, with the promise to share since Hoseok keeps

complaining about how unfair it is that Seokjin won't let him get his Frozen-themed stickers).



Leaving the store with only half the things on his grocery list and listening to them bicker about

who gets the passenger's seat (while not helping him with the bags), Seokjin swears he will never

bring them to the grocery store ever again.



Baby Brother

Chapter Summary

Seokjin may think Jeon Jungkookie is an angel, but vmin knows better.

Baby!Bangtan. Warning: Disgustingly fluffy.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The day started off innocently enough. Four-year-olds Taehyung and Jimin are tangled in each

other’s limbs and blankets, thumbs in their mouths as the morning sun peaks through the curtains.

Jimin, being a light sleeper, blinks his eyes sleepily when he hears the front door open and sits upexcitedly as a familiar laugh floats through the door. Mama’s home!

Knowing better than to wake up his sleeping twin, Jimin quickly pecks Taetae on the cheek with a

rushed g’morning before crawling out of bed to greet mama, and if he heard correctly, Uncle

Yoongi.

“MAMA!” he cries when he manages to throw open his bedroom door, only to be met with

shushing from his favorite grown-ups. Not wanting to make it seem like he was in trouble, Seokjin

quickly pulls Jimin into a hug before showing him the bundle in his arms.

“Jimin-ah, look who came home with me today,” Seokjin whispers as he pulls the blanketdownwards. A small, sleeping boy with chubby cheeks and a button nose is revealed. “Isn’t he

cute? His name is Jungkook. He’s your new baby brother! He’s only two, so he’s your

dongsaeng. That means you and Tae have to be good hyungs and take care of him no matter

what, alright?”

Jimin’s mouth falls open in surprise. “A baby brother? But Uncle Yoongi said we were getting a

puppy!” Jimin whines. Seokjin raises his eyebrow at Yoongi, who just scratches the back of his

head sheepishly.

“That’s not exactly how it went, kiddo,” Yoongi insists, poking the toddler in the forehead. “I said

dongsaengs are like puppies. You have to love them and play with them and – heck, you’re not

even listening anymore.” Jimin’s attention is diverted when he sees Jungkook slowly open his

eyes. They stare unblinkingly at each other before Jimin starts screaming.

“HIII KOOKIE! I’M JIMIN! YOU’RE MY NEW BABY BROTHER! I’M FOUR, HOW

BOUT YOU? MY FAVORITE COLOR IS – “

“Jimin!” Seokjin says sharply when a frightened Jungkook tightly latches onto his neck. “Quiet

down, okay? You scared him!” His eyes soften when Jimin starts stammering out apologies and

pats his bottom towards the bedroom. “Let’s go wake up Taetae and we’ll have breakfast, okay?”

---

Unfortunately, Taehyung’s introduction to Jungkook played out somewhat similarly to his twin’s,

and Seokjin had no choice but to carry Jungkook around while preparing breakfast. Which is not



fair , because mama never lets them into the kitchen. It’s from day one that the seeds of resentment

were sown.

It starts off small, with mama telling them to hush so Kookie could sleep, or to share their toys

because Kookie doesn’t have his own yet. That didn’t bother them too much, although the

maknae did take a liking to Taehyung’s favorite bunny plush (one that he discarded after claiming

he was a big boy now, but whatever ).

Then Uncle Joonie brings Hobi-hyung over (“ Hiunclejinniebye!”) and things start to get real,because Hobi-hyung (who’s five-years-old, so cool) takes an intense interest in the new maknae,

leaving the twins to play Power Rangers by themselves. Out of everyone, Hobi-hyung should’ve

been the one to back them up. After all, Kookie was just a baby.

“He’s so cute!” Hobi-hyung exclaims when Kookie tries to bite his finger, laughing when he pulls

it out of reach each time. Taehyung pouts and thinks, until he actually bites you, rubbing his finger

at the painful memory. Jimin pats his back sympathetically as they mourn over the loss of their

favorite hyung.

---

“Is that for me, Kookie?” Seokjin gasps exaggeratedly when the maknae hands him the dandelion.

Jungkook nods shyly, ducking his head into his chin before Seokjin lifts him up into a hug. “Oh,

you’re such a sweetheart!” Taehyung and Jimin sport matching jealous scowls as they watch their

little brother squeal with laughter from Seokjin’s tickle attack.

Everything is Kookie-this, Kookie-that!

Kookie gets to sit in the cart at the grocery store. (“You guys haven’t sat in there since you were

two. I can’t fit all of you now!”)

Kookie gets dibs on mama’s lap for movie night and doesn’t share. (“ But you two like to huddle

under my arms, remember?”)

Kookie always gets the last cookie. (“ Jimin, you’ve had four already. This will be Jungkook’s

second one.”)

Kookie even gets his own bed! (“You have your own bed too, Taehyung. You and Jiminnie

wanted to share, remember ?”)

Life is just not fair .

---

Seokjin frowns as he watches Taehyung and Jimin play in the corner opposite from Jungkook.

The youngest occasionally walks up to the pair, only to have them turn their backs and pull their

toys elsewhere. He sighs and turns his attention to the carrots in front of him.

“I’m not sure what’s wrong, Yoongi! It’s been tthree weeks and they still don’t seem to get along

with Jungkook. They’ve always made friends so easily!”

Sensing his friend’s distress, Yoongi places a hand on top of Seokjin’s head despite being theshorter of the two. “They’re just mad they’re not the center of attention anymore, hyung. They’re

kinda bratty like that – ow, hey, it’s the truth! Here, I’ll tell you what. When you’re at work today,

I’ll take the three munchkins to the park and we’ll go from there, okay?”



Seokjin hesitantly nods, hoping the younger boy is right.

---

Jungkook is feelin’ good. It’s a beautiful day, he’s ripping through the sidewalk on his brand new

tricycle (curtesy of Uncle Joonie), and Tae and Minnie aren’t mad at him for once. At least, not

that his two-year-old brain can perceive. Nevertheless, it is a good day. So imagine his

disappointment when he is stopped in his tracks by two mean looking boys who are suddenly

yelling at him. Baffled, he looks around for his brothers or Uncle Yoongi, but none of them are tobe seen. Tears are filling his eyes at the continued verbal assault, especially confused since he

can’t understand what the boys are saying.

---

Jimin nudges Taehyung, who is attempting to make a cake in the sandbox to bring home to mama.

“What,” he mutters, a bit frustrated that the sand won’t stick together. His tongue is sticking out in

concentration and Jimin absentmindedly wonders if a fly will land on it before remembering what

he wanted to say.

“I think someone’s bothering Kookie,” whispers Jimin worriedly.

Taehyung frowns, but doesn’t look up. “So? Kookie’s a meanie. He’ll just bite their finger off.”

Jimin shrugs and goes back to building his sandcastle. Glancing back after a few moments, he

suddenly gasps and shakes his twin again, more urgently this time. “They just pushed him off his

bike! Only we can do that! C’mon, Taetae! Remember what mama said? He’s our dongsaeng!” he

declares before running off.

Taehyung murmurs a quiet sorry to the cake Jimin just stepped on before sprinting towards his

baby brother.

---

“Go away! This park is for big kids only!” yells one of the mean boys. Kookie is on the floor with

tears in his eyes and scratched-up knees from the fall.

“Yeah! You’re just a baby!” screeches the second boy. He’s about to hop onto Jungkook’s

tricycle when Taehyung pushes him off.

“Hey! This isn’t yours! Stealing is wrong!” Tae announces angrily. Jimin helps Kookie off theground and is rubbing his back in an effort to calm him (much like mama does for him and

Taetae). Kookie still feels the sting on his knees but feels much, much better.

The two bullies frown, now less confident than before. “How old are you?” one asks haughtily.

“We’re already three and a half years old!”

“Ha! You’re only three?” laughs Jimin as he walks up to them. “Get out of here, you big babies!

Leave our little brother alone!” Yeah! Tae shouts from the background where he is trying (and

failing) to piggyback Kookie.

Fortunately, the strangers turn to leave, and with a final shout of If you come back, we’ll tell your mommies!, the three siblings set off to find Uncle Yoongi, who seems to have disappeared.

---



“There you guys are!” A panicked Yoongi cries a few moments later when he finds the three at

the swing set. “I swear, I fell asleep for one second and…oh god, don’t tell your mommy, okay?”

The twins nod cheerfully as they take turns pushing a giggling Kookie on the swing. Yoongi

stares on for a bit and wonders when exactly they got along so well, but is grateful that he’ll be

bringing home good news to Seokjin.

---

Minnie and Taetae find themselves at home in bed with a sleeping Kookie between them after an

exhausting day at the park. Turns out Kookie wasn’t so bad – they find his shortness cute and feel

helpful whenever he couldn’t reach anything. They also found it amusing when he fell back on his

butt after attempting to push Tae on the swing, but luckily he laughed along with them and

pointed to the slide for their next adventure.

The twins were about to go greet their mama when they faintly hear Seokjin say, “…too old…

have to throw…cookie away…”

With a loud gasp, the two boys look at each other in horror.

“Mama just said he’s going to throw away Kookie!”

“But mama wouldn’t do that!”

Before they could think about it further, loud footsteps are approaching their room. In a mad

scramble, they bundle a confused (now-awake) Kookie up into a blanket and hide him under their

covers, throwing their bodies on top of him when Seokjin enters and says, “Alright boys, time to

say goodbye to Kookie-“

“NOOOO MAMA!”

“YOU CAN’T THROW KOOKIE AWAY!”

“WE JUST GOT HIM!”

“He’s our little brother!”

“And we have to protect our little brothers, remember? That’s what you said!”

Seokjin can only blink at the pair who are nearly on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Kookie pops

his head out of the blanket and struggles to free himself from the cocoon, whimpering a soft hyung

when his efforts get him nowhere. Hearing their brother calling, Jimin and Taehyung squish

their’s and Jungkook’s cheeks together in a desperate hug.

Seokjin, though extremely relieved, stares at the heart-warming scene in confusion and says to the

equally-shocked man next to him, “…What on earth happened at the park today, Yoongi?”

Chapter End Notes

Extremely random. I wrote this in one shot at work without proof-reading. Let me

know what you think (or if you find typos)! Thanks for reading~



Protective

Chapter Summary

Their pretty hyung keeps getting hit on and the children do not approve.

Chapter Notes

This is less of a Mama!Jin, but they love their hyung nonetheless. My fics seriously

tend to write themselves. Enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Namjoon stumbles into the university classroom five minutes late, not at all surprised that the right

side of the room seemed significantly more populated than the left. His eyes search for the center

of the crowd and spots Seokjin, who shoots him a simultaneously amused and exasperated look.

Namjoon makes his way through the tight aisles, apologizing to the grumbling students that

manage to get hit by his backpack before settling down next to his pretty hyung.

“Namjoon-ah, late again?” Seokjin whispers when the professor isn’t looking.

“Sorry hyung, Yoongi-hyung and I got caught up in the studio,” Namjoon replies. “Thanks for

saving me a seat, by the way. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy task.” He eyes the surrounding students

that occasionally sneak peeks at the man beside him. One would think that after countless glares

from Namjoon over five weeks into the semester, they’d realize Kim Seokjin was off. limits. “I

still don’t get why you won’t just skip class with me, I can teach you English better than this

chump.”

The professor fires an annoyed look in their direction and Seokjin doesn’t get a chance to answer,

though he does smack Namjoon in the shoulder. Of course Namjoon knows why Seokjin won’t

skip; he’s much too good of a student to do anything of the sort, and is also convinced that it’d set

a bad example for the younger boys in their group of friends. If only he knew that Jungkook skips

the most out of us all. Thus, Namjoon is stuck going to English class every Tuesday andThursday, listening to a mediocre professor who has yet to teach anything more advanced than

basic pronouns. All for his hyung. Namjoon groans softly and lays his head on his desk, praying

the hour would pass quickly.

---

His prayers seem to be answered as Namjoon opens his eyes groggily an hour later. He turns his

head to find Seokjin, but his view is blocked by at least three people.

“S-seokjin-hyung,” he hears. “Would you like to get some coffee with me later?”

Oh, hell no.

The boy shifts and he can now see Seokjin, who is standing and shifting uncomfortably. With an

apologetic look on his face, Seokjin replies, “That’s very nice of you, but –“



“He’s busy,” Namjoon cuts in sharply, eyeing the nervous boy who dared to speak to his hyung.

He’s too preoccupied frowning at the surrounding students to see Seokjin rolling his eyes.

Standing up from his desk, Namjoon gently grabs Seokjin’s wrist and leads him out of the

classroom while Seokjin waves meekly to the complaining students. Namjoon ignores their

grumbles of what the hell, they’re not even dating and ugh, I thought he’d say yes this time.

Seokjin doesn’t comment on Namjoon’s actions, far too used to this kind of behavior.

The pair walks across campus to their usual café where they spot Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok waiting for them. As soon as they’re spotted, Jimin and Hoseok start waving frantically

accompanied by shouts of Seokjin-hyung! Hi! Jinnie-hyung!! Yoongi shifts to the side, pretending

not to know them as he casually waves.

Seokjin laughs as Jimin tackles him in a hug. “Hyung! I missed you~“

“Yah, Park Jimin. I’m you’re hyung too, where’s my hello?” Namjoon bites playfully. Jimin

releases Seokjin with a sheepish grin and they make their way inside, automatically gravitating

towards their usual corner. When they put down their things, Seokjin heads to the counter to place

their orders, already knowing what the other six were going to get.

“Where are Taehyung and Jungkook?” Namjoon asks the table when everyone’s settled.

“Jungkook is taking an exam and Taehyung woke up late,” Hoseok answers. “They said they’ll

be here soon. Anyway, you’re coming to our dance competition, right?” This launches Jimin into

an enthusiastic tirade about how awesome it’s going to be, and as he and Hoseok bombard

Namjoon with the details of the event, Yoongi gets up quietly and makes his way towards

Seokjin.

“…anyway, I’m new here. My name is Hyosang,” he hears the cashier introduce himself as he

gets closer. “You’re very pretty, by the way.” Seokjin laughs with his hand covering his mouth,and Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“Hey hyung!” Yoongi smiles sweetly at Seokjin, then turns to Hyosang and grimaces. “What’s

taking so long? Shouldn’t you be making the coffee?”

Hyosang’s smile falters and scratches the back of his head. “Right, sorry. Coming right up! Can I

get a name for your order?” he asks hopefully, gazing at Seokjin.

“Suga,” Yoongi bites venomously, and Seokjin sighs. “The order is for Suga. Go sit hyung, I’ll

get the drinks.” Seokjin offers Hyosang an apologetic look but returns to the table without

arguing. A few minutes later, Yoongi hears Hyosang shout “Suga!” and goes to claim their order.As he picks up the tray and turns back to the table, he sees the writing on the blueberry smoothie

cup.

Call me sometime, handsome? (: - Hyosang, followed by a phone number.

With no hesitation, Yoongi immediately returns to the counter and looks Hyosang right in the

eyes.

“Back. The. Fuck. Off. He’s not interested.” Yoongi says simply. He wipes off Hyosang’s

message and returns to his friends, leaving behind a bewildered cashier.

By the time Yoongi returns to their corner, Jungkook and Taehyung have joined and they all

cheer when they see their refreshments have arrived.

“Like I was saying,” Seokjin says, automatically reaching to help distribute the drinks. “Since



midterms are coming up, I won’t be able to stop by in the mornings to make breakfast anymore.”

“But hyuuung,” at least half the group whines. “What am I supposed to eat?” Taehyung pouts and

lays his chin on the eldest boy’s shoulder, pretending to cry. “The last time you were gone,

Jungkookie, Jimin and I ate instant noodles for the entire week!” The older boys noisily agreed.

“It’s not my fault you guys chose to dorm all the way across campus,” Seokjin replies amusedly,

though he knows it’s due to the proximity of the dance studio that Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook

religiously frequent on their spare time. The same goes for Namjoon and Yoongi’s music studio,and Taehyung was just always attached to either Jimin or Jungkook. Or Seokjin, but Seokjin was

an RA, which meant that he was allowed a single room (to the disappointment of his friends).

Luckily Seokjin was kind enough to occasionally drop by to make them food since his morning

classes were also on their side of campus. Otherwise, they’d all starve to death. “But don’t worry,

I’ll make you some food over the weekend so you can just reheat it throughout the week.”

His friends start sulking but thank their oldest hyung for his thoughtfulness, promising to take him

out to dinner to make up for it. They excitedly start to plan out their night (“ Let’s watch a movie at

Yoongi-hyung’s afterwards!” “Why does it have to be my place? You’ll destroy my couch

again!”), and Seokjin hesitates before clearing his throat.

“Actually, guys,” he begins nervously, “I sort of have plans tonight.” Six pairs of eyes blink back

at him.

“Oh, do you have work tonight, hyung?” Jungkook frowns. “Man, those RA duties are keeping

you pretty busy lately –“

“Er, not exactly, Jungkookie.” Seokjin shifts his eyes to the table. He had hoped he could avoid

telling them until it was actually over. He lifts his chin defiantly and braces himself for their

reaction. “I’m going on a date.”

As expected, a chorus of WHAT?! and No way, hyung! erupts from the group. Seokjin sighs. He’s

under no delusions about their protectiveness of him and has long since accepted the fact that

they’d never approve of anyone he’d bring around.

“Who is it?” questions Namjoon fiercely. Seokjin opens his mouth to answer, but is cut off.

“Doesn’t matter, he’s not good enough!” Similar sentiments echo throughout the table, and

Seokjin fights the urge to just get up and leave.

“No one is good enough for you guys.” Seokjin looks around the table, making eye contact with

all of them. “I’m going to be single for the rest of my life if you keep scaring off potential suitors!”

Jungkook grumbles, “We don’t do that, hyung.”

Seokjin looks at him pointedly. “Really, Kookie? How about this morning?” (“ Hi,” a stranger

greets, starstruck by a smiling Seokjin. “Bye,” snaps Jungkook grouchily, putting his arm around

his hyung’s shoulder and steering him away.)

The maknae flushes but remains firm. “Yeah, well, he was looking at you funny!”

Seokjin sighs, exasperated. “Well, who do you suggest I date then?” Everyone at the table just

looks at each other, unable to answer. “I thought so. If you do end up finding someone ‘good

enough’, feel free to send him to my door tonight.”

With that, Seokjin stands up and leaves for his next class.

---



It’s eight o’clock, and Seokjin’s date had just mysteriously texted him that he wouldn’t be able to

make it. Seokjin wasn’t too surprised, only wondering how his friends managed to find out who it

was. Poor guy, I wonder what they said to him.

Just as Seokjin was going to change into some more comfortable clothes, a knock sounds on his

door. Confused at who it could be and pondering if they really sent him a date, he opens the door

only to have a bouquet of pink lilies thrust in his face by a flustered Namjoon. “Here hyung, I –“

“No fucking way,” a voice cuts in. Yoongi is suddenly standing there scowling at Namjoon with

his own bouquet of flowers in his hand. A glaring match ensues, which is broken with the

approach of a shouting Taehyung and a trailing Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook, all dressed up with

a multitude of flowers.

“Sorry guys, Seokjin-hyung will be going out with me tonight,” Taehyung declares, sparking cries

of disagreement.

“ Like hell,” Namjoon spits, “I was here first!”

“Stop talking, you child –“

Seokjin drags his hand down his face in annoyance before slowly closing the door. Might as well

catch up on some beauty sleep he thinks, plugging in his headphones and drowning out the

escalating fight in the hallway.

Chapter End Notes

I personally don't like the way I wrote the ending, but it is late and I wanted to get it

posted. Thanks for reading! I hope you guys liked it~



For You

Chapter Summary

Seven instances in which Seokjin puts his children before himself. Short and sweet…

angst.

Chapter Notes


I. Yoongi stumbles into the shared apartment at approximately two in the morning, stifling his

yawn as to not be heard through the thin walls. He toes off his shoes and heads towards his

bedroom, fully intent on sleeping until noon of the next day, but pauses in front of the kitchen.

He grimaces. “Hyung.”

“Ah, Yoongi!” Seokjin jolts awake, rubbing his eyes. “I made you dinner. Come eat!” He grins

cheerfully, knowing that this night will be different than the rest.

“I told you to stop doing that,” Yoongi sighs tiredly. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

Seokjin frowns, but perks up moments later. Tomorrow, he thinks happily as he unwraps his own

cold dinner. Tomorrow will be the day.

II. Hoseok opens the door to his bedroom, about to venture into the kitchen for a midnight snack.

He stops when he hears Seokjin and his douche-of-a-boyfriend talking in the living room. ( Earlier

that day: “J-Hope? Don’t you mean J-Horse?”)

He turns on his heels but freezes when he hears Seokjin speak. “I don’t think we should see other

anymore.”

“…What? But we’ve been so happy…”

“What you said to Hobi was really uncalled for.” Silence. “And the ones that make Hobi sad arethe real bad guys. I’m sorry.”

The front door slams. Hoseok goes to sleep with a smile that night, but he doesn’t see Seokjin’s

tears.

III. “Namjoon-ah, you haven’t called me for a week now! How’s college?” Seokjin stares intently

at his laptop screen, waiting to hear every detail as he is the first one in their little “family” to

further his education.

“Sorry hyung, I’ve been busy,” Namjoon replies distractedly, playing a game on his phone.

Seokjin is undeterred. “How are your classes? Learn anything new? Make any friends? Don’t do

anything stupid like drinking and driving, okay? What about – “



“Hyung, please, I’m not an idiot. Besides, I got a full scholarship. I wouldn’t do anything to blow

it.”

Seokjin smiles faintly. “Oh yeah, that’s right, you did,” he says, absentmindedly fingering the

stack of bills emblazoned with Seoul University. “Do your best, okay? Call us sometime, we miss

you!”

Namjoon waves him off. “Uh huh, will do hyung. Listen, I have to go. I’ll call this weekend orsomething. Bye!”

“Okay, bye – “

And the screen goes black.

IV. “Jimin, wake up!”

The sleeping boy groans and rolls around in bed. “Noo hyung, five more minutes!”

Seokjin grins fondly and carries him out of bed and into the bathroom. “Brush!” he demands,

handing Jimin his toothbrush. “Then come eat some breakfast. You’re the one that signed up for

7am dance classes, remember?”

Jimin pouts but assents.

When he finishes his morning routine, Jimin skips to the kitchen and seats himself across from

Seokjin who is chugging coffee like it was water. The younger starts to dig into his breakfast until

he sees what’s on his plate.

“Hyung,” he whines, “I’m on a diet, remember? I can’t eat bacon or sausages.”

Seokjin clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “Jimin-ah, you are not fat. You need more meat in your

bones! Just eat up for me, okay?”

Jimin scowls and pushes his plate away stubbornly. “No, that’s okay hyung. Let’s just go.”

Seokjin sighs worriedly and tries to make small talk during the forty-five minute trek to the dance

studio, but to no avail. With a curt reminder of what time he needs to be picked up, Jimin exits the

car and Seokjin begins his long drive home to feed his other children.

V. Taehyung bounces around the apartment excitedly and Seokjin can’t help but laugh.

“Taehyung, the mailman be get here soon enough. While we wait, come watch this anime with

me!”

The jumping boy slaps both his hands to his face dramatically. “But hyung! How can you sit still?

Acceptance letters are being sent out today for the acting academy!” He grasps his heart and

sprawls over Seokjin’s lap.

Seokjin only smiles and pinches the younger boy’s cheek. “I wouldn’t be worried, Tae. You were

the best one there.” The eldest hyung’s cheeky wink does nothing to alleviate Taehyung’s fears.



The doorbell rings and Taehyung is up in a flash, tearing through the envelopes as soon as he

receives them from the bewildered mailman. He immediately picks out his and Seokjin’s letters

and on the count of three, the pair rips them open.

Taehyung instantly falls into a heap on the floor. “Hyung,” he starts emotionlessly, watching

Seokjin frown down at his own letter. “I got wait-listed. That’s as good as a no.” Pause.

“ Dammit !”

Seokjin flinches at the volume but crouches to hug the tearful boy. “No, Tae, that’s great! Thatmeans if someone doesn’t accept, you’ll get in!”

Taehyung grunts against his hyung’s shoulder. “This is the top academy in the country, hyung.

They’d have to be an idiot to turn it down.”

Behind his back, Seokjin crumples his acceptance letter into his fist.

“Don’t worry about it Tae. It’ll work out, I know it. Can you trust me?”

VI. Jungkook scowls petulantly when it's just him and Seokjin left in the apartment.

"Yoongi-hyung has his music studio, Namjoon-hyung's in college, Hobi-hyung and Jimin get to

dance, and Taehyung is acting. Why can't I do anything, hyung?"

Seokjin rubs his forehead tiredly. "Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin are your hyungs and you will

address them as such." He glances at the clock. "We'll discuss this when I get home from work,

okay?"

"But you're always working," Jungkook grumbles. He crosses his arms and stomps into his room,leaving Seokjin to wonder how this boy is becoming a legal adult in a couple of months. Seokjin

sighs and makes his way to his third job at the nearby car wash to start his shift.

He wonders if he should give Jungkook his birthday present early. The performing arts academy

has deadlines for registration, after all.

VII. Seokjin is the happiest that he's been in a long time.

Namjoon is finally home from school, and the eldest has gathered the reluctant group at theirfavorite diner to celebrate the maknae's birthday. Taehyung is dancing on the table per usual, fries

are flying everywhere and they're as loud as can be, but Seokjin sits there with a content smile

because they're all together and all is just right in the world.

Until a few moments later, when they finish singing happy birthday and the youngest receives his

birthday slaps.

"Ouch," Jungkook winces when the blows rain down. "Stop, stop!"

"Kookie, what's wrong?" Seokjin asks worriedly, eyebrows furrowed. He knows something is off

when Jungkook avoids his gaze. "Jungkook - "

"Just drop it, okay hyung?" Jungkook replies hastily, and resumes eating his fries. But Taehyung

is having none of it, and pushes up the maknae's shirt to reveal dozens of dark bruises littering his

back. Jungkook shoots Taehyung a glare and quickly pulls his shirt down.



"Dude, what the fuck?" Namjoon spits, Yoongi not too far behind. Similar sentiments echo

throughout the table and Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's nothing! I got just into it with some idiots at school again, okay?"

Seokjin is beyond furious. "Jeon Jungkook, I told you to stop picking fights! You are an adult

now. You need to grow up!" The group silences, stunned by their normally quiet hyung's

outburst.

Jungkook stands and lifts his chin defiantly, looking Seokjin in the eye. "You are not my mother."

Seokjin watches in regret as Jungkook pulls up his hood and heads out the door before following

suit. He manages to catch the younger boy's elbow before he turns the corner.

"Jungkook, wait - "

The boy rips his arm out of Seokjin’s grasp, stalking towards their car across the street with the

eldest hyung in tow. He hears his name repeatedly being called but continues to stare straight

ahead, attempting to shake off the hand on his shoulder.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry!”

What happens next is a bit of a blur.

Jungkook remembers turning around to tell his hyung to fuck off. Only, Seokjin wasn't looking at

him. He was staring at something behind him, eyes wide and face illuminated. Jungkook

remembers being pushed and falling on the ground, hard. He remembers that when he turns back

to look for his hyung, he is not there. He only sees the faces of his other five friends, all displaying

various degrees of horror.

And then he knows.

Chapter End Notes

Honestly, I always lose the will to write towards the end. I might go back and fix it

tomorrow. This was incredibly rushed. And somehow fluff turned into...this. I'm so

sorry Seokjin ily. SEOKJIN NEEDS MORE LOVE.

Also anyone going to TRBinChicago?! AHHH



Vacation

Chapter Summary

Bangtan at the beach. Domestic fluff with no plot.

Chapter Notes

Someone buy me the summer package please T-T

Warning: I will fangirl hard af about TRB at the end please indulge me *cries*


“BEACH!” Jimin screams, staring out of the tinted windows of Seokjin’s minivan as they

approach the secluded seashore.

Taehyung raises his eyebrow mischievously and feigns a shocked expression. “Bitch?” he asks

jokingly, Jungkook laughing beside him.

“Taehyung,” Seokjin reprimands sharply from the passenger seat, narrowing his eyes in the

rearview mirror, and Tae’s eyes widen.

“No hyung, I said beach! Beach!” he insists hastily, and the car bursts into laughter as they pull

into the parking lot.

Before Seokjin can fully stop the car, the back door swings open and five tank-top-and-board-

shorts-clad bodies clamber out like a litter of excited puppies. Seokjin is torn between yelling at

them to be careful and smiling at their enthusiasm, because lord knows they all needed this break

now that the semester is over. Yoongi stays slumped in the passenger seat, shaking his head

fondly judgmentally when Taehyung trips in the sand, bringing Jimin down with him.

Amidst his chortling, Namjoon turns around and releases a small oops when he sees Seokjinopening the trunk with a lethargic Yoongi in tow. He immediately runs over to assist with the

mountain of supplies that the elder insisted on bringing (in case of any mishaps, which is likely

considering their bunch), and Namjoon and Yoongi brush off Seokjin’s hands when he reaches

for the bags.

“Don’t worry hyung, we’ve got this,” Namjoon says as he bats Seokjin’s hand off the giant

umbrella, smiling sweetly when his hyung pouts cutely. Seokjin opens to his mouth retort but is

cut off when Yoongi shoves a short stack of towels into his hands.

“Here hyung, you can take these and find us a spot. Sound good?”

Seokjin grins, appeased, and happily skips off towards the louder half of their rowdy group who

are chasing each other in circles in the hot sand.

As Namjoon and Yoongi gather up everything from the trunk and head towards the beach, the



shorter male grumbles something under his breath about the sun being too damn hot and how he

plans to sleep the entire day. Typical Yoongi-speak , thinks Namjoon and they finally catch up with

their oldest hyung who is currently laying out the towels.

“Nice spot hyung!” cries Namjoon, delight creeping up his spine when he sees Seokjin flush with

pride.

The area he managed to find is several feet away from the water, close enough to dip in

outstretched toes but not too near as to soak the carefully lain towels, which Yoongi has alreadyunceremoniously flung himself onto face-down. Namjoon sets up the large umbrella, and Yoongi

sighs in relief when the harsh sun no longer touches his skin. Seokjin claps his hands excitedly,

thanking the two for their hard work before digging through a tote bag, throwing his arm up in

success when he finds what he’s looking for. He turns towards the water, his cheery expression

morphing into a stern glare.

“Jeon Jungkook, don’t even think about it!” he hollers when he sees the maknae about to plunge

himself into the cold seawater. Seokjin tries not to giggle at Jungkook’s wide, pleading eyes, and

waves the bottle of sunscreen in the air. “All of you, come put on some sun block first!”

Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok all groan in disappointment but trudge their way over to

the mass of towels and tote bags, stripping off their shirts and standing in a single file line.

Namjoon follows suit, and they all stand obediently with their arms and legs outstretched as

Seokjin shakes up the can and carefully covers every inch of their bodies with the sticky

substance.

“Okay, close your eyes!” warns Seokjin, and he laughs at their adorable scrunched up faces

before he sprays, wiping each one individually to make sure it’s evenly distributed. “You have to

wait fifteen minutes for it to dry, alright?”

The five boys start whining, but Taehyung suggests they build a sandcastle in the meantime andthey dig through the pile of bags to find the buckets and shovels that Seokjin had packed for them.

Seokjin settles on the towel next to Yoongi and sighs contently before facing the non-moving

male.

“Yoongi-ah, wake up. You need sunscreen!” Yoongi’s response is muffled, but the older male

thinks he can make out a grunt of disagreement. He purses his lips, abruptly flipping Yoongi onto

his back and plopping his head onto his lap in one move. Yoongi’s eyes burst open and he starts

spluttering.

“Hyung, what the fuck – “

“Shh,” Seokjin coos, opening a new bottle of sunscreen and squeezing the cream into his palm.

Yoongi doesn’t get a chance to speak again as Seokjin is now massaging the cream into his face,

murmuring about his pale skin being burned to a crisp. Yoongi thinks he may be feeling a slight

stirring in stomach with the way his hyung’s hands are moving, but he pushes it away because a

family vacation is not the time to dwell on these feelings.

Flushed, Yoongi sits up and applies the rest of the sunblock himself, Seokjin chuckling behind

him as he does the same. They both twist their head to the right when they hear a loud shout.

“KIM TAEHYUNG, how dare you throw sand at me?!” Hoseok bellows, and Taehyungscrambles to his feet, jumping on an unsuspecting Jungkook’s back.

“Jungkook, run!” Taehyung commands, patting his butt like a horse. The maknae yelps in

indignation but does as he’s told, sprinting for his life away from his furious hyung.



Meanwhile, Jimin and Namjoon are working on their sandcastle, which honestly looks more like a

hill than any sort of recognizable structure. Jimin is set to dump the bucket on top to create the

second floor when Jungkook flies by, accidentally knocking Namjoon into the rather pathetic

sculpture.

“NOOOO,” cries the dancer, flopping himself resignedly on the lump of sand, and he pitifully

crawls towards the towels until he is able to sprawl himself over a laughing Seokjin’s lap.

“Hyung, don’t laugh,” the smaller boy demands, throwing his arm over his eyes. “It was a

masterpiece! Damn you, Jungkookie!”

Seokjin covers his smiling mouth with one hand and absently runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair

with the other. “Don’t worry Jimin-ah, it’s been fifteen minutes. You can swim now, if you’d

like.”

The younger boy hurriedly rights himself and tugs on his hyung’s hand until they are both

standing. “Yes! Let go let’s go let’s go –“ he cheers, pulling an unresisting Seokjin into the cool

water and ignoring Yoongi’s snort.

Noticing the two entering the water, Jungkook starts running towards them and swiftly dumpsTaehyung off his back into the freezing lake. Hobi also jumps in, yelping at the temperature and

quickly forgetting about his feud with the younger as he flaps his arms and legs around to get

warmer. As the five are hopping around in the water, Jungkook slowly makes his way to Seokjin

and latches onto his waist.

“Seokjin-hyung, it’s so cold!” whines the maknae, unable to hide his grin when Seokjin starts

rubbing his arms to create friction.

“I’ll warm you up Jungkookie~” offers Jimin, moving in only to be pushed away by a scowling

Jungkook. Jimin narrows his eyes. Tch, spoiled brat . “Fine!” he cries indignantly before throwing

his arms around Seokjin, much to Jungkook’s displeasure. “Hyung, I’m freezing too!”

Seokjin soon finds himself in the middle of a huddle as Hoseok and Taehyung join in, claiming

that he is practically a human furnace. The eldest rolls his eyes fondly, claiming it wasn’t even that

cold anymore, and his eye gleams wickedly when he turns his head towards the shore where

Yoongi and Namjoon are resting on the blankets.

Taehyung is the first to notice and starts cackling. “Guys, let’s get Yoongi-hyung and Namjoon-

hyung in here!”

With matching smirks, they all immediately release Seokjin, trying to decide how to go about their

plan. They agree to grab Yoongi first as he would be the more difficult of the two. Silently

creeping towards the beach, the five mischief-makers manage to surround Yoongi before he snaps

open his eyes and tries to grab onto the blanket, but to no avail. The five have a hold of his arms

and legs, and on the count of three (“ I swear to god, I will kill you fuckers!”), he is tossed into the

icy water with loud whoops from his captors.

They clamber their way towards Namjoon, who by now is awake and wordlessly retreats into the

water before he can be grabbed. It’s almost dark, and the seven boys end up splashing around for

a long time before Hoseok’s stomach starts growling, setting off a chain reaction with the other six

and causing a boom of laughter. They all immediately look towards Seokjin.

“Hyuuung, we’re hungry!” Taehyung wails, and the rest nod enthusiastically.

Seokjin sighs dramatically. “That’s too bad Tae, I didn’t bring any food.” He grins sadistically as

everyone’s face falls, expressions ranging from shock to pure horror. “I’m just kidding, of course I



made something. But what would you do if I didn’t, hm?” he asks with a wink, reveling in their

celebration and thanks.

The boys practically attack the cooler when Seokjin reveals its contents, and they all sit themselves

in a circle, happily munching on their homemade kimbap.

Yoongi and Jungkook, who both fought hard to secure their seats next to Seokjin, scooch in

closer to their hyung as everyone else glares. The eldest just shakes his head amusedly. “So how

did everyone’s finals go?” he asks gently after he swallows his bite.

Taehyung throws himself in the middle of the circle, groaning. “I forgot one of my lines!” he wails

theatrically, and no wonder he’s majoring in Theater.

“I aced mine!” Namjoon declares proudly, returning Seokjin’s beam of approval.

“Yeah, me too!” Jimin quips hurriedly, scowling at Hoseok’s snort. “What, you have something to

say?”

“Jiminie, Cs are not the same as As,” Hoseok retorts haughtily, dodging Jimin’s attempted kick.

“Yeah well, at least I didn’t fail mine like Jungkook!” Jimin exclaims defensively, and Jungkook’s

mouth falls open.

“WOW ,” the maknae barks in disbelief, quickly burying his head into Seokjin’s shoulder to avoid

his raised (disappointed) eyebrow. “Seokjin-hyung, you know I hate history!” he pleads pitifully.

Jungkook sticks his tongue at Jimin’s jealous complaint of Oh my god, you are a grown ass man ,

Jungkook!

Seokjin sighs and merely pets Jungkook’s head, ignoring everyone’s grumbling about so-called

maknae privileges. “It’s fine guys, it’s not like I’m your mom.”

There is a short lull in the conversation as everyone looks around the circle. Well, of course he’s

not their mom, but he might as well be. No doubt they love him as much as their own mothers, but

Seokjin-hyung knows that. At least, they hope so.

Seokjin clears his throat and turns his gaze towards the lake. “Let’s watch the sunset,” he says

simply, not taking his eyes away from the beautiful red-orange-pink sky. The others pivot to join

him, subconsciously gravitating closer until they all make contact with their oldest hyung.

Jimin finds his way into the space between Seokjin’s bent legs, back to his chest. Yoongi and

Jungkook have secured either one of his arms, and Hoseok and Namjoon have monopolized hislegs. Taehyung pouts at the lack of room and crawls around to hug Seokjin from behind, chin on

his shoulder.

As they watch the sun slowly set, some minor squabbling starts up between the maknae line, but

Seokjin doesn’t mind; he just smiles contentedly. This is all he ever needs in life, really: his own

little bangtan family.

Chapter End Notes

I've had some serious writer's block lately (and no internet for an entire week!) so I

thought I'd type something up real quick before I move onto my real prompts. Hope



you guys enjoyed this!

[I removed my flailing about TRB cause of anonymity and whatnot. Still, the post-

concert depression is real though ialsdgflAIDSG]

OH and there was this Namjin moment that no one seemed to have caught. They

were standing like two fucking feet in front of me and Namjoon serenaded some

lovey shit to Jin and Jin just laughs and pushes Namjoon's shoulder lightly. It was

adorable. I love these boys so much omg I will go cry in a corner now bye



Meet the Family

Chapter Summary

Jungkookie brings his boyfriend home to meet his family for the first time.

Chapter Notes

Slight Jikook cause I can’t imagine anyone else in this particular…situation


Jimin sits on the floor near the dance studio, waiting for Jungkook to finish his session for the day.

When the door finally opens and students come pouring out (“Jungkook-sunbae-nim is so cool”),

Jimin jumps to his feet and makes his way towards his boyfriend.

“Jungkookie!” Jimin cries cheerfully, throwing himself at the younger male only to be pushed

away gently. He pouts, but keeps his distance. “Are you ready for our date tonight?”

Jungkook shakes his head, grinning slightly. “I’m pretty gross, so I’m gonna go home and shower

first. It’ll only take a minute. Want to stop by? You can meet my family!”

Jimin’s eyes widen. “Uhh, isn’t it too early for that? It’s only been a couple of weeks, and I mean,

I am totally not dressed for it either,” he stutters out, gesturing down at his loose tank top and

basketball shorts.

Kookie instantly blushes, shaking his head vigorously. “Oops, no, that’s not what I meant!” he

insists, and Jimin looks at him curiously. “My friends and I share a house. I think you’re friends

with Taehyung?”

Jimin’s eyes brighten and he moves out of the way so Jungkook can lock up the studio. “Oh yeah,

Taetae? We have bio together! What a small world, huh?” The two begin the short walk to

Jungkook’s place, the younger boy reiterating stories of the group’s wild antics.

“They’re kinda weird, but don’t worry, they're mostly harmless,” Jungkook assures as he unlocks

the front door. “Guys, I’m home!” he calls into the foyer as he and Jimin toe off their shoes.

“Oh Jungkook, you’re ba – who the hell are you?”

Jimin is too busy gaping to be offended. “Oh my god, you live with Rap Monster?” he breathes,

and the tall man’s demeanor completely changes.

“Oh, cool. You a fan?” Namjoon asks with a grin, and the two start up a conversation about his

latest release. Jimin subtly returns Jungkook’s thumbs up from behind Namjoon’s back. “Suga andJ-Hope live here too, they featured on my last mixtape.” Jimin nearly squeaks in excitement, and

the three walk into the living room where Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung are chilling on the

couch in front of the TV.



“Hey guys, this is Jimin, my –“

“Jiminie! What up, bro?” Tae screams, jumping off the couch to high-five his lab partner.

“What’re you doing here? You know Jungkookie?”

“We’re going on a date,” Jungkook answers over his shoulder as he walks into the bathroom. “I’ll

be in the shower real quick.” The atmosphere suddenly shifts when the maknae closes the door,

and a shiver runs up Jimin’s spine.

“So you’re the boyfriend, huh?” Yoongi says from his slumped position on the couch. Jimin

doesn’t know who to look at; it seems like everywhere he looks, a glare is being directed at him.

“Uhhh…”

“So where are you taking him?” Taehyung asks curiously, and thank the lord, he just knew the

boy was bff-material.

Jimin brightens. “Oh, we’re just going to the movies! He really wanted to see the new Insidious–“

“Nope, you’re taking him to see Minions,” Taehyung interrupts with his rectangular smile, andJimin retracts his earlier thought. He raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, we’re watching Insidious –“

“Shut up, he wasn’t finished talking,” Yoongi snarls, and it takes all his willpower not to flinch

because jesus christ, Suga is terrifying in real life.

“Aww, Yoongi-hyung, don’t be so hard on him! Jungkookie’s a big boy now, he can see what he

wants,” Hoseok cuts in, sunny smile almost blinding the younger boy. Jimin could almost cry. My

savior! “Have him back by nine, okay?”

“Ah, but the movie starts at eight -”

“Haha…did I fucking stutter?”

“Kids, stop bothering Kookie’s friend,” a friendly voice interjects. There are various whines of but

hyuuung, and Jimin whips around to see possibly the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. Then

the tall brunette smiles in his direction, and nope, that is.

“Jimin, right? I’m Seokjin, the oldest hyung,” the kind man puts a hand on his back and steers him

towards the kitchen. “Ignore them, they’re all batshit crazy. Would you like a glass of water?”

Jimin nods enthusiastically, nearly sprinting to the other room to avoid being in the presence of

Jungkook’s other five roommates.

The door closes.

“Thank you, Seokjin-ssi –“

“Listen up you little punk.” Jimin suddenly finds his back painfully pushed up against the edge of

the counter, Seokjin’s broad shoulders crowding his tiny frame into the corner. “That’s

my baby you’re taking out tonight. If I find one angelic strand of hair out of place, I will end you.If you come anywhere close to tainting my pure, innocent little fetus, I will – personally – ensure

that you will physically be unable to taint anyone ever again. Do we understand each other?”

Jimin nods meekly, and squeaks when Seokjin’s fingers edge towards the knife beside the sink.



“I said,” Seokjin hisses, face leaning in, impossibly close, “Do. We. Understand. Each. Other.”

“Y-yes sir!”

“Good .” There is a knock on the door, and Jimin finally lets out his breath and sings praises to the

lord for the interruption. The peaceful smile on Seokjin’s face immediately resumes its position.

“Oh, Jungkookie, there you are! What took you so long? Trying to look good for your date,

hmm?” The eldest shoots Jungkook a cheeky wink.

Jimin shivers at the lightning quick transformation.

“Oh my god, hyung, please,” Jungkook whines, embarrassed. “Ready to go, Jimin?”

“Yup!” he says a little too quickly, a little too loudly, and Seokjin is staring at him in the most

sinister way above Jungkook’s head. He almost trips on his haste to exit the kitchen, away from all

those damn knives.

Seokjin walks the pair to the front door, the other five lingering in the foyer to see Jungkook off.

“Bye baby, have fun!” Seokjin calls cheerfully after the hugs the youngest boy.

Jungkook waves goodbye without turning his back, and Jimin all but drags his boyfriend down

the sidewalk as far as possible. He chances a peek behind his back.

They’re all crowded around the doorway, making the “I’m watching you” motion, save Seokjin;

the eldest simply stands there unmoving, wide smile plastered to his face, but Jimin is sure he can

see his eye twitching.

Or maybe it’s his own, he doesn’t even know anymore.

“Hey babe, I don’t think I’m in the mood for anything scary tonight. Wanna watch Minions?”

Fucking psychos. Jungkook better be glad he’s worth it.

Chapter End Notes

Idk man, the things I write when I'm at work...



Untitled

Chapter Summary

Seokjin is angry and no one knows why. Panic ensues.

Chapter Notes

This chapter was supposed to be a crack retelling of ISAC2015 but inspiration was

not cooperating ): so I turned back to one of my older prompts that I’ve been

neglecting. Enjoy!


Yoongi watches with sleepy eyes as Seokjin pulls on a hoodie and makes his bed. After a slight

struggle with his blanket, Yoongi manages to rotate his body towards his nightstand and doesn’t

bother fighting back the stab of irritation when he sees the time.

“Hyung, it’s four in the fucking morning. Go back to bed,” he grouches, voice hoarse from sleep.

He waits for Seokjin’s usual placations of Shh, I need to make breakfast or I’m just making sure

Jungkookie isn’t still up playing video games, but is met with silence. His eyes warily follow the

broad-shouldered form as he walks around the room, tidying up some of Yoongi’s shirts on thefloor before wordlessly turning to his roommate.

Yoongi closes his eyes, waiting for crooked fingers to push through his hair and coax him back to

sleep per normal when the elder finds him awake at this time of night, but is only met with the soft

thud of the door as Seokjin exits the room.

His eyes snap back open and he scowls, huffing grumpily and burying his head back into the

pillow.

It’s too early for this shit.

After Seokjin, Jimin is usually the first to stir. If the younger wakes early enough, the two are

typically able to fit in a quick morning workout before the others crash in on his precious Jinmin

time, and he beams when he checks his phone. Yes, seven o’clock! Just in time. He swings his

legs over the side of the bunk bed that he shares with Taehyung and quietly tiptoes out the door,

into the living room where he sits patiently on the couch, absently kicking his legs back and forth.

Seokjin-hyung should be coming out of his room any minute now.

To his surprise, instead of Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s bedroom door opening, he sees his hyung

slipping through the front entryway. Seokjin stumbles a little as he tries to toe off his shoes, and

Jimin lets out a chuckle before calling out quietly to the elder.

“Careful, hyung! Where were you going so early in the morning?”

Jimin pouts when Seokjin doesn’t look up from his feet, and tries again. “Are you ready for push-



up time?” he asks jokingly, this time earning the man’s attention.

Seokjin turns his head to Jimin and slightly narrows his eyes, eliciting a surprised squeak from the

younger boy and freezing him on the spot because what the hell, Seokjin has never given Jimin

anything less than a fond smile and never in his life did he think his flower-boy hyung could look

so…menacing. Setting his gaze forward once again, Seokjin starts down the short hall.

Jungkook silently exits the bathroom at that moment, rubbing his eye and looking up sleepily at an

approaching Seokjin. “G’morning, hyung,” he yawns quietly, slightly stretching his headoutwards for the impending hair ruffle which Seokjin (and only Seokjin) was permitted to but is

instead met with a crashing of shoulders and an aggravated “god fucking dammit” from the elder.

The maknae is fully awake at this point, wide-eyed and stammering out apologies because no

matter the stupid shit that him and his other hyungs pull on a daily basis, Seokjin never swears.

Jungkook watches in alarm as the eldest fumbles for the doorknob to his bedroom, reemerging

soon after with his man-bag in hand, readjusting his hood and hastily making his way out the front

door. He spots Jimin sitting on the couch with a similar expression of shock, and they both shrug

in confusion.

“I’m telling you dude, Seokjin-hung is mad at us for something,” Jimin insists to a reluctant

Taehyung. Jungkook sits on his other side, knees up to his chest and biting his nails nervously

because oh my god, hyung left us without breakfast and never in a million years would ever let us

starve what the fuck is happening –

Taehyung raises his eyebrow skeptically. “Okay, that might suck for you, but there’s no way he’d

be mad at me. I’m obviously his favorite!”

Hoseok, who is listening interestedly in the conversation, butts in with a scoff. “Right, okay Tae.

It’s obvious that I make Jin-hyung smile the most.”

“Um, like hell – “

"Hey, I don't see Seokjin-hyung making time for any of your ugly asses every morning!"

“Jesus christ, shut up, everyone knows I’m his baby!”

“…what the actual fuck Jungkook, I cannot believe you just called yourself that – “

“Guys, what the hell, did you eat all the breakfast?” Namjoon demands from the kitchen,

scratching his head drowsily as he crashes onto the floor beside Hoseok.

“Seokjin-hyung didn’t make any,” Jungkook answers, lips twisting downwards in resignation. His

stomach growls painfully, as if emphasizing his point.

“Oh,” the tall rapper nods dazedly, then snaps his head up in realization. “Wait, what? Really?

Did you guys piss him off or something?”

“Jimin and Jungkook did,” Taehyung quips from the couch, and the two brunettes turn towards

him with shrill cries of outrage and denial. As the maknae line bickers, Hoseok pulls out his phone

and opens his kakao talk, drafting up a new message.

Me: Jinnie-hyuuung! Where are you? We miss you ^-^ kekeke come home soon!!!

A few minutes later, his phone chimes and he lets out a devastated screech, startling the other

occupants of the living room. "He didn't even use any emoticons," Hobi whimpers, and they all



pile around him in curiosity to read the response.

Jin-hyung♥: go away

Namjoon is gaping in disbelief. “What the hell did you guys do?”

Taehyung fumbles for his phone in a panic. “He’s not mad at me, no way, it’s all you guys!

Watch!” He types up a quick I love you~, adding lines upon lines of smileys and kitty emoticons

(because you’d have to be really mad to not smile at those, he reasons) and waits with batedbreath for a response.

Jinnie-hyung: NO

Taehyung's cries of despair shake the entire apartment, and Yoongi's bedroom door opens with a

slam. The younger boys are too engrossed in Tae's phone to notice the annoyed, bleary-eyed

dragon breathing over them.

"Why the fuck are you guys so loud," gripes an irritated Yoongi, wondering why the eldest wasn't

regulating their volume as to not wake the whole damn city. "Where's Jin-hyung?" He grabs the

phone when it's wordlessly offered to him, quickly reading over the unusually curt text and

thinking back to Seokjin's strange behavior earlier in the morning. "Alright, whoever pissed him

off better fess the fuck up," he snaps, tossing the device back to a distressed Taehyung as they all

glance around suspiciously.

After a moment of tense silence, shifty eyes, and Yoongi's glaring, Hoseok snaps first. "I might

have broken his Princess Peach keychain, but that was like two weeks ago!"

Namjoon squirms guiltily on the floor. "He might be mad because I came from from the studio at

2am again?"

"I bet it's cause Jungkookie got an F on his last essay," Jimin stage-whispers conspiratorially, side-

eyeing the maknae on the other end of the couch. Jungkook swivels in his seat, about to lunge

across Taehyung to reach for his throat.

" EXCUSE ME , it’s probably because you left all the dishes for him to wash again. It was your

turn last night! What's the matter, can't reach high enough to put away the plates, shorty?"

Meanwhile, Taehyung is wailing loudly from his spot between the squabbling brunettes, throwing

both hands to his cheeks dramatically. "OH MY GOD, I didn't tell him goodnight yesterday! He

must be so disappointed! What have you done, Kim Taehyung?!"

"Ugh, you're not that important Tae."

“The fuck you just say – “

“It is like one of those friendaversaries that he likes to celebrate?” Yoongi interrupts, frowning in

contemplation.

Namjoon shake his head. "No, that was June 13."

Yoongi rubs his hands down his face, trying to shake the sleep from his brain. "No no, like our

individual ones. Jungkook's was just last month, yeah?"

"Wasn't Jin-hyung's like July 28th or something?" Hoseok mumbles, and the sextet turns to the

calendar on their wall, eyes widening on horror.



Oh, shit .

"JEON JUNGKOOK, WHO THE FUCK BUYS BLACK BALLOONS FOR A PARTY,"

yells Namjoon from his position in the kitchen, trying (and failing, miserably) to chop up some

onions in an effort to replicate Seokjin's CTFDCP recipe. Hoseok thwacks him in the bed with the

ladle for breaking his concentration. (Who the fuck knew seaweed soup was so difficult to make?

He'd have to give Seokjin-hyung a giant hug for his efforts, seeing as he made it a point to wake

up early for every single one of their birthdays to make this.)

" Everyone likes black, hyung! And how would the heck would I explain the need for a hundred

pink balloons?" the maknae whines as he continues to inflate the rubber spheres.

Taehyung, who is busy cleaning up the apartment (more like shoving whatever he could under the

couch or into the closet), is muttering under his breath. "Looks like someone doesn't love Jin-

hyung enough."

Jungkook lets the air escape from the balloon in his hand, causing it to fly into Taehyung's face.

"What was that? You wanna fight, pretty boy? Huh?"

Yoongi comes up from behind and smacks the back of the youngest boy's head, demanding that

he finish inflating the balloons. The current eldest of the apartment resumes his vacuuming and

calls out to the kitchen. "How's the cake going?"

Meanwhile, Jimin is squinting down at the cookbook, murmuring to himself. "Fold two eggs into

the batter...fold?" He stares hard at the two whole eggs in his hands, pursing his lips in

consternation before dropping them both into the bowl, shell and all. He shrugs. "Well, if that's

what the recipe says."

Hours later, the apartment is an explosion of black and pink (Namjoon ended up sendingJungkook back to pick up some pink streamers) with belongings shoved into corners and

questionable aromas originating from the kitchen. Just as the six boys are fighting for their right to

flop on the couch after a hard day's work, the front door creeps open and there stands Seokjin,

nose scrunching up from the smell. He freezes, head tilted in confusion as he takes in the

decorations.

Jimin and Taehyung immediately jump to their feet, grabbing on to either of his arms. Jungkook

scowls at having been beaten to the chase.

"Hyung we're so sorry we love you don't be mad please don't leave us," the two of them blubber

simultaneously as Seokjin struggles furiously to free his arms, prompting the two to hold ontighter.

The other four are nodding vigorously. "We know we can be little shits sometimes but you're the

best thing that's happened to us, honest!" Hoseok chips in.

"Seriously, if it weren't for you, I might've destroyed this whole building by now." Everyone

agrees to Namjoon's words. "We're really sorry we don't show our appreciation enough!"

Jungkook is nearly groveling. "Hyung, I will never make fun of your food again. Without you,

we'd probably be dead. Namjoon-hyung's cooking skills are no joke, I think he almost poisonedus!"

Seokjin doesn't seem to be taking much stock into their heartfelt words, much to their dismay, as

he is still attempting to wrestle the two koala bears off his limbs. Yoongi walks to up the eldest,



putting resting a firm hand on his shoulder and gaining his attention.

"Hyung," he starts quietly. "We're sorry. Please don't be mad." Seokjin blinks once. Twice. Then

he forcefully shakes Jimin off his arm and pulls down his hood, removing the earbud from his ear.

Soft music is blaring from the headphones, and, well, shit, they all feel dumb as fuck.

"What are you guys saying? What is all this?" Seokjin asks in mild irritation, finally freeing his

arm from a gaping Taehyung's limp grasp.

"Were you wearing those the entire day?" Yoongi asks for all of them, and there are six

instantaneous groans when Seokjin nods uncomprehendingly.

"So you're not mad at us?" Namjoon demands, blinking in astonishment when Seokjin splutters,

" No, of course not!"

Jungkook is not convinced. "But you shoulder-bumped me this morning and cussed me out! You

didn't even say sorry." That last bit was whispered by a slightly pouting maknae.

Seokjin is utterly bewildered. "What? I did no such thing!" He pauses. "Oh, wait, that was you? I

thought you were the damn door frame! What the hell, child, you have shoulders of steel! Stopgrowing muscles!"

Before Jungkook could ask how his hyung couldn't not know it was him, Hoseok interjects. "And

your texts! They were so mean!" he whimpers, pulling out his phone and shoving it into Seokjin's

face, Taehyung following suit. "There were no smileys! You NEVER not use smileys!"

The oldest squints at the screen. "I was trying to text you 'I'm busy' and 'no contacts', but I couldn't

see and I guess my ice cream phone tends to autocorrect. I went for a jog this morning and my

contacts fell out, so I came back to get my wallet and head down to the optometrist but I

kinda...got lost along the way?" He scratches his head sheepishly. "Anyway, you guys know I'mpractically blind without my glasses. Why do you think I was gone for so long? No one bothered

to call?"

Half the group nearly bursts into tears and they all crowd around their eldest hyung in relief

because thank god , Jin-hyung fucking loves us and we're idiots and we do not deserve to be in his

presence, god dammit. Seokjin is befuddled by their sudden show of affection and declarations of

love but takes it all in a stride, happily folding them into a group hug. He could definitely get used

to this.

He spots the messy "Happy 10th Friendaversary, Seokjin-hyung!" written on pink posterboard

and pouts.

“Wait, guys, my friendaversary is tomorrow... "

Chapter End Notes

Realized this entire series was written at work oops

Everyone should grovel for Seokjin's love tbh. He's too good for this world.



Happy Jungkook Day

Chapter Summary

Happy birthday, Kookie.

Chapter Notes

warning: angst


one.

“Seokjin! Glad you could make it!”

“Of course Hyosang, how could I miss my precious godson’s first birthday party?” Seokjin

reaches out to tickle the chubby bundle of pure cute resting in his best friend’s arms and beams

when a laugh bubbles out of the child. “When on earth did Jungkookie get so big?”

Hyosang smiles wryly. “Yeah, I know. My wife says the same thing every day. Here, hold him

real quick? I need to say hi to the other guests.”

Seokjin happily cradles Jungkook in his arms, cooing when his godson cutely bats at his face with

his tiny fingers.

Across the room, the mother watches Seokjin play with her son with a frown on her face.

two.

“Seokjin,

I know. I know. You probably hate me, and I hate myself just as much, but even you can’t denythat I haven’t been the same since my wife left. This is just something I had to do for Jungkook,

and you and I BOTH know that you’ll be able to take care of him better than I ever can. Please

watch over him with all of your heart. I’m so sorry. Don’t try to find me.

- Hyosang”

Seokjin crouches in front of the carrier on his doorstep, hesitantly reaching out to the sleeping

child. Jungkook blinks awake, his wide innocent eyes meeting Seokjin’s heavily conflicted gaze.

“Where’s mommy?” his godson asks drowsily with a tilt of his head. Tears well up in Seokjin’s

eyes as he lifts Jungkook into his arms and tucks the small head into his neck.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispers, running a soothing hand down his back, “I’m right here.”

three.



“I never knew you had a son,” his classmate Yoongi breathes in disbelief as he helps Seokjin cut

and distribute birthday cake to the hyper toddlers running around the living room. He reaches up,

lightly tracing the bags under his eyes. “You hardly have time for your courses as it is, how do

you manage?”

“Mama!” Jungkook screeches, crashing into Seokjin’s legs. “Mama, cake!”

“Of course, baby,” Seokjin laughs, feeding him a spoonful and sending him on his way.

Yoongi frowns. “Hyung, you are nineteen. You’re insane, you can’t do this by yourself.”

“…I think you should leave, Yoongi –”

“Let me help you.”

four.

“Thanks for bringing your cousins over, Yoongi! Jimin and Hobi are really pulling Jungkookie

out of his shell, I’m so glad!”

Yoongi smiles lightly. “If only he’d warm up to me that quickly,” he mutters.

Seokjin pushes him on the shoulder playfully, turning back to supervise as Hoseok’s tiny form try

to piggy-back the birthday boy with Jimin’s support. Jungkook looks up, waving wildly to

Seokjin and glaring at Yoongi, and the momentum is apparently too much for Hobi as he topples

over to create a mountain of giggly toddlers.

Seokjin jogs over to check if they’re okay, laughing as they all try to pile on him instead.

five.

“I don’t like you.”

Jungkook cranes his neck upwards to narrow his eyes at Yoongi with his hands on his hips,

ignoring the man’s ‘happy birthday’. Yoongi chuckles amusedly, crouching down to eye-level

with the boy.

“Well that’s too bad, kid, cause I like both you and Seokjin.”

“That’s ‘mama’ to you, Yoongi!” The man quirks his eyebrow. “..hyung,” the child tacks on

grudgingly.

“Okay then, I like your mama. A lot. Now how about I give you twenty bucks and this power

rangers game you’ve been wanting and we call it even?”

Jungkook remains squinting for a long moment before grinning triumphantly, grabbing both from

his hands and running off to show his mom.

Devil child. Yoongi loves it.

six.

“Maaamaaaa!”

Seokjin sighs exasperatedly, fond smile on his face. “Yeah, baby?”



“Can you save my spot while I swim? Hobi-hyung keeps trying to take it!” Seokjin doesn’t really

get why he’d need to save a seat at the table for a pool party, but agrees amusedly. Jungkook

cheers, yelling “See? Only I get to sit between my mom and dad!” before cannonballing into the

pool.

Seokjin and Yoongi blink in surprise before laughing and intertwining their fingers on the bench.

seven.

“Happy birthday, baby!” Seokjin calls quietly, settling his tray of homemade breakfast (dinosaur

nuggets, pineapples and cookies, per the boy’s request) on the nightstand by his bed.

Jungkook grins sleepily, twisting and turning on his bed to wake himself up. “Not a baby,” he

mutters into the pillow, latching onto Seokjin’s waist.

Seokjin can’t resist the cute. He easily picks up the seven(!)-year-old, wrapping him up into his

arms and blows a raspberry onto his tummy, prompting squeaky laughter that wakes Yoongi in

the next room.

“You’ll always be my baby, Jungkookie.”

eight.

As Jungkook nibbles on his chocolate birthday cake with Jiminie, Hobi-hyung and some of his

classmates, he turns his head curiously as his mom sticks his head out the front door.

“You need to leave,” Seokjin hisses furiously, trying to push a man away from the doorframe.

Jungkook frowns, a few seconds away from calling his dad for help. “You are drunk, Hyosang. If

you ever show up sober , maybe I’ll think about it. But you need to go, now.”

Jungkook turns his attention back to the Mario Kart battle playing out on the TV screen.

His mom’s tough. He can handle it.

nine.

“Thanks for bringing treats in for Jungkook’s birthday, Seokjin-ssi.”

“Oh, no problem! It’s your birthday soon too, right Namjoonie?” Seokjin plucks a cupcake from

his tray and hands it to Jungkook’s flustered teacher. “Happy birthday!”

“JUNGKOOK IS THAT YOUR MOM?” Jungkook flinches away from the loud voice in his

ear, almost dropping his cupcake. His classmate Taehyung turns to beam at him. “He’s even

prettier than my mom!”

Jungkook sticks his nose in the air haughtily, because of course, Seokjin is the prettiest person in

the whole world, probably.

A snort catches the kids’ attention. “Ha, his mom is a man,” chortles some kids in the desk

diagonal from Jungkook. “What a freak!” Taehyung gasps, and Jungkook narrows his eyes.

With a rabid yell, he pounces.

ten.

“Have a nice birthday, baby. Let’s try not to punch your classmates like last year, alright?”



Seokjin chastises softly as he buttons up Jungkook’s jacket in front of the schoolbus.

“Yeah, sure, okay…hyung.” Jungkook scurries away before he could catch a glimpse of the hurt

on Seokjin’s face.

eleven.

“Your first sleepover! Are you excited?”

“Yup Tae’s got the new XBOX and we’ve been dying to beat Left4Dead” – Seokjin frowns at

this – “and he has a dog and hyung can we please get one –“

“I told you to stop calling me that, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook scowls petulantly, unbuckling his seatbelt and making his way out the door. “But

you’re a guy. And you’re not even thirty yet.” Seokjin doesn’t really have anything to say to that,

but he keeps his gaze straight ahead in case of any tears. “Bye, hyung.”

He silently watches Jungkook dart down the sidewalk to Taehyung’s house, and it takes a little bit

before Seokjin’s eyes clear up enough to drive. “Happy birthday, baby. Don’t grow up too fast.”

twelve.

“Hey! Let’s call your mom over to play DDR with us!”

“Taehyung no, he really can’t dance, I’ve seen him –“

“Nonsense! Dancing probably runs in your blood. Plus he took us to this awesome arcade for

your birthday, we should at least hang out with him a little!” Taehyung sprints over, pulling the

amused-turned-horrified spectator to the center stage of the dance pad and chooses a moderately

difficult song. Jungkook prepares himself for the inevitable mortification.

“Wooo! You go, Jungkook’s mom!”

Jungkook hesitantly peeks through his fingers, surprised to find that his typically clumsy hyung-

mom- person was actually doing pretty well. He finds himself cheering along with the tiny crowd,

even as Yoongi jumps into the fray to join his husband.

God, his parents are so embarrassing.

thirteen.

“Jungkook, now that you’re not longer a child, Yoongi and I have something important to tell

you.”

Jungkook looks up curiously from his seaweed soup, noting Seokjin’s nervousness and Yoongi’s

less-calm-than usual demeanor. “What is it?”

“Jungkook, baby…you were adopted.” Seokjin and Yoongi sit silently with bated breaths, waiting

for the temperamental teenager to blow up, maybe cry (yeah, right) or even leave angrily to his

room without a word. What they didn’t expect was for him to stare at them blankly with a slight

roll of his eyes.

“Well, obviously,” Jungkook mutters, slurping up another spoonful. “You’re both gay, for one.

And I don’t look anything like you two. Have you seen my nose?”



Seokjin’s eye twitches. “Well, you certainly picked up your sass from your father,” he retorts with

a scrunch of his nose.

Jungkook and Yoongi stare at each other in in disbelief before bursting out into laughter.

“No mom, that’s all you.”

Seokjin’s answering grin is bright enough to light up the entire house.

fourteen.

“Oh my god, it’s not that big of a deal, seriously!” Jungkook flushes, halfheartedly batting away

Seokjin’s fluttering fingers as they straighten out his tie and dress shirt.

“Jungkookie, this is your first date. Ever! You have to introduce me, okay? Tell me how it goes!

Oh, you are so precious! Wait, you asked her out on your birthday? Sweetie that is just a little bit

tacky, don’t you think? What if –”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchange an exasperated glance as Seokjin squeals on about pictures and

proposals and oh my god, babies.

“Lalala, I can’t hear you! Okay Taehyung’s mom is here, bye.”

Seokjin pauses mid-rant. “Why is Taehyung’s mom picking you up?”

“…um, double-date. Okay see you later!” He runs out the door before he could see their raised

eyebrows.

fifteen.

Yoongi frowns as he watches Jungkook hurriedly shove on his boots. “Hey, what’s the hurry?Your mom made your favorite tonight, stay and eat with us a little.”

“But Tae and Jimin and Hobi-hyung wanted to hang out tonight!” Jungkook calls distractedly,

pulling on his jacket. “Hobi-hyung just got his driver’s license! Please? It’s my birthday!”

“Let him hang out with his friends this year, Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin says with a fond smile. He

reaches over to pinch Jungkook’s cheek with surprising force. “Gosh, my baby is getting too old

for us, huh?”

Jungkook bats away his hands with a grin, practically sprinting out the front door. “Love youguys, bye!”

The boys spend the night playing games, eating junk food, taking tiny sips of beer stolen from

their parents (blegh, gross), typical teenage boy things. Jungkook is in the midst of whooping

Taehyung at Counterstrike when his phone starts ringing.

“Hello?” Jungkook answers distractedly, cackling when Jimin cries in frustration at having been

killed.

“Jungkook.” The seriousness behind his name cuts his laugh short.

“Yoongi-hyung, is everything okay? Where’s Seokjin-hyung?”

“…There’s been an accident.”



sixteen.

“Hey man let’s chill! It’s your sweet sixteen!”

“Sorry, busy.”

“What’s with the flowers? You’re buying yourself flowers for your birthday or something?”

“…”

Jungkook silently approaches the shaking figure kneeled in front of the tombstone.

“Sorry I’m late, dad.”

seventeen.

“You’re phone’s ringing.”

“Leave it.”

“Wasn’t that your dad?”

Jungkook exhales slowly, snuggling deeper into Taehyung’s arms.

Yes.

“No.”

eighteen.

Jungkook comes home late that night in an effort to avoid Yoongi. Yoongi, who tries to remain

indifferent and unaffected and normal, except for one day of the year.

Today.

His birthday.

Seokjin’s death anniversary.

He shrugs off his hoodie, throwing it onto the desk only for it to knock something over. Sighing inannoyance, he bends to pick it up only to see the card on top, written in Yoongi’s rough

handwriting:

Happy birthday, Kook .

He has half a mind to toss it, except Yoongi doesn’t give meaningless gifts. Yoongi doesn’t do

meaningless anything, that much he knows, despite his efforts to distance himself from the man for

the past few years. Curiosity spiked, he rips open the tiny package to see a cd reading Jungkook’s

18th birthday!!! in elegant black ink. He pops it into his laptop, not really sure what to expect.

Perhaps a mixtape?

There is nothing, only the quiet hum of white noise. He huffs, about the close the screen when –

“ Hey baby.”



Jungkook feels his throat constricting, tears almost instantly pooling in his eyes as he whips open

the screen again to see Seokjin’s smiling face staring back at him.

“Though I guess you’re not a baby anymore, huh?” The Seokjin in the video chuckles behind his

hand, an achingly familiar action that has Jungkook’s fists clenching and teeth grinding. “ Happy

birthday, you’re officially a man now! Today is actually your fifteenth birthday, but I thought it’d

be more special if I made you a video for your 18th , you know? Yoongi said I was ‘being really

lame and embarrassing’ – I swear, it’s like I’m raising two teenage sons – but you know him, he

can’t deny me anything!”

Jungkook snorts in tandem with the man behind the camera, who he recognizes as Yoongi.

“ Did you know that I was just your age when your birth mother dropped you off on my doorstep?

Imagine that, right? My baby-Kook with a baby of his own, in just three years from today! Oh, my

poor heart. Remember to use protection, okay?”

(Behind the camera: “ Jesus Christ Seokjin, I’m pretty sure he’s gay –“

“Yeah but what if he hasn’t told us by then, Yoongi!”)

Jungkook blanches. How long have they known?!

“ Anyway, here’s a picture of us when you were just a tiny baby!” Seokjin holds up a photograph

to the camera of him holding a tiny, ugly lump of a human. “ I was handsome, wasn’t I? Who

cares if we don’t have the same blood, we definitely share these good-looking genes!”

Jungkook shakes his head with a slight snicker, absently brushing at his wet cheeks.

“ And here’s a picture of me with your birth parents…we were best friends, once upon a time.

Remember Kookie, they didn’t leave you because they didn’t love you. They left you with mebecause they loved you, okay? Almost as much as Yoongi and I do. But they went down a bad

path and they wanted the best for you, and that’s what I want too. Now, I know you’re an adult

and you may think you know everything – a trait you’ve had since you were a child, by the way,

my goodness – but don’t go drinking all the time or doing drugs or smoke or any of those ‘cool’

things you youngsters find so awesome. Heaven forbid you get taken away from me by some freak

accident, right?

“Well, you’re probably wondering why I wanted to make you a video of all things. Three years in

advance, at that! I’ve always been an odd one, huh? You can watch this when you’re feeling

down, or when you miss us, or even when you have a kid of your own. But in a long, long time

from now, when I’m no longer here” – at this, Jungkook chokes back a sob and brings his knees

up to his chest in an attempt to muffle the noise – “ I want you to watch this and remember how

much I love you. How much we love you. I want you to remember that no matter how many silly

little fights we get into or whether or not you call us your parents, we – Yoongi and I – are not

your hyungs. We are your parents. We love you. And nothing you do can change that, you cute

little brat.

“ No matter what you choose to do in life, become a singer or a dancer or a producer like your

father, we will always support you. We’ll support you if you’re gay or straight or asexual or

whatever terms you kids use nowadays. As long as you’re happy, we’re happy. That’s all we ever

want for you.

(“Seokjin, the camera’s out of batteries. I told you to charge it!”

“Oh goodness Yoongi. It’s fine, we can make a series!”)



“Okay Kookie, I guess that’s all the time we have for now! I didn’t even get to say everything I

wanted to say! But I can always make more keke. But have a happy birthday, okay? Nothing

makes me happier than to see you smile. Love you, baby!” And with that, Yoongi brings the

camera front facing as he grudgingly joins in Seokjin’s heart with his arms, eventually flashing his

gummy smile before the camera shuts off.

Jungkook sits frozen for a long, long time, before reaching over to restart the video. And he

must’ve watched it upwards of four times already when there is a knock at his window, the pane

sliding up shortly after.

“Happy birthday Jungkookie!” whispers Taehyung excitedly, not noticing the mood. He sits next

to the birthday boy, glancing at the laptop. “Hey isn’t that –“

“Yeah,” Jungkook interrupts, voice cracking, lips curved upwards. “Yeah. That’s my mom.” He

presses play again as Taehyung draws him into his side.

“ Hey baby! Though I guess you’re not a baby anymore, huh…”

Chapter End Notes

can you pinpoint where my mood drastically changed today

i am so, so sorry guys. please appreciate your parents.



Bedtime

Chapter Summary

His children can't sleep so they decide to be freakishly annoying instead.

Chapter Notes

Quick fluffy chapter cause I haven't written for this series in awhile. Sorry Rapmon I

was too ambitious, maybe your bday chapter will come around next year ;-; Literally

cranked this out in bed this morning while listening to Jungkook’s new cover so don’t

expect any sort of…finesse hahaha

“MOOOOM!”

No way.

“MAMAAAA!”

No, this was not happening. Not when he finally put Jungkook to sleep just two minutes ago –

“MOMMY TAETAE WON’T GET OUT OF MY BED AND NOW JIMINIE IS HERE TOO

AND YOONGI-HYUNG KEEPS TELLING ME TO SHUT UP AND THAT’S A BAD

WORD AND NAMJOONIE BROKE MY PILLOW–”

“YOU CAN’T BREAK A PILLOW, STUPID!”

“OOOH JOONIE-HYUNG SAID A BAD WORD MAMA!”

“STOP BEING A TATTLETALE, YOU BABY!”

“I’M NOT A BABY I’M THREE !”

With a low groan Seokjin forcibly drags his hands down his face, his ass out of bed and his feet

across the plushy carpeted floor to the noisy room down the hall. He’s not entirely surprised to see

Hoseok and Namjoon rolling around on the floor, the twin terrors settled innocently under

Hoseok’s blanket and Yoongi burying his head in the pillow screaming about five-year-olds being

too swag to deal with their baby siblings.

Seokjin sighs. “Children, please, you’re going to wake Jungkookie up any second now–“

The soft wail leaking from the adjacent room almost has Seokjin falling to his knees in a puddle of

tears. Instead, he tips his head to the ceiling and wonders why he ever decided it was a good ideato adopt six children.

Six. Six. That’s more than the number of crooked fingers on one of his overworked hands. And

his still-throbbing foot from when Jimin had left his legos lying around again. And more than the



number of now-banned superhero dishes locked in the cupboard because the two-year-old maknae

throws a hell of a tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants (what on earth was Hyosang

thinking, gifting him with a set of five plates? He needed six. Six, dammit).

Hyosang is saved from a mental cursing with the light tugs at Seokjin’s pajama pants on either

side of his long legs. Seokjin looks down to meet the large round eyes of the fraternal twins, each

with their custom-made puppy and monkey hip-hop monsters tucked under their chubby arms.

“Mommy, Jungkookie’s crying,” Jimin whispers, Taehyung nodding along fervently. Seokjinflashes a tired smile at the two, bending to ruffle their hair and makes his way to the neighboring

room (where Jimin and Taehyung were supposed to be sleeping in the first place, brats).

As soon as Seokjin enters, Jungkook’s fat tears relent and only small whimpers escape his mouth

as he sticks his arms up the air in a gesture for Seokjin to carry him. With soft coos and pats on the

back, Jungkook is easily settled against Seokjin’s broad chest as the twins scowl up at his comfy

curled-up form. Seokjin glances down in fond exasperation.

“Jimin, Taehyung, go lie down. I’ll be back to tuck you in when I say goodnight to your

brothers.”

Seokjin watches in amusement as the twins pout cutely but clamber into the large shared bed all

the same. With Jungkook still tucked into his neck, Seokjin walks over to the first bedroom,

relieved to see Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s fight over but the three still up and active. Hoseok

somehow managed to turn on the speakers and was dancing merrily to some Girl’s Day song

while Namjoon played with the pretend-ipod Seokjin had bought him for his birthday that held

only five songs, the four-year-old quietly mouthing along to the lyrics. Yoongi was practicing his

writing by the looks of it, covering up his work when he sees Seokjin at the doorway.

“You can’t look at it yet,” Yoongi berates when Seokjin pretends to sneak a peek into the

notebook. The five-year-old quickly tucks the paper under his mattress and climbs into bedobediently. “It’s about you so you can’t look.”

And as tired as he is Seokjin can’t help but grin at his eldest son’s thoughtfulness, using his one

free arm to ruffle Yoongi’s hair and pull the blanket up to his little pale chin. Yoongi tilts his head

up expectantly, and with a laugh Seokjin scoops down to offer a peck to the chubby cheek before

reaching out to rest his hand on the pause button of the stereo.

“No mom, not yet!” cries Hoseok, who is still whirling around the room in sync with Crayon

Pop’s ‘Bar Bar Bar’.

Seokjin rolls his eyes playfully and watches in amusement as Hoseok does his little hops. “Okay,

but you have five seconds then it’s off to bed!”

With a cheer, Hoseok’s hops increase in intensity and Seokjin will definitely bake some apology

cookies for the tenants below him tomorrow, but for now…

“Five!”

Hoseok’s jumping reaches new heights (maybe a foot high this time) as he sings along

passionately to the chorus.

“Four.”

Hoseok has given up his hopping in favor of running in circles around the Ironman rug on the

floor, almost tripping over a stray stuffed duck.



“Three.”

He’s breathing hard now, but picks up his giraffe hiphop monster to dance with.

“Two…”

His movements drastically decrease in speed, and Seokjin holds back his laughter when Hoseok

tries to hide his eye-rubbing.

“One. Alright Hobi, time is up!”

And Hobi doesn’t argue, sluggishly flopping over Yoongi’s already sleeping form with a yawn.

Seokjin easily lifts the tired boy and deposits him into his own bed, quickly swiping away his

sweaty bangs and kissing him on the forehead before sitting on the edge of the adjacent bed.

“One more song, mom?” Namjoon begs before Seokjin can even open his mouth.

“Only if you sing it for me,” Seokjin concedes, pinching the rosy cheek lightly when Namjoon

shyly nods and offers a headphone to share.

“Please don’t see, just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies…”

By the time the song hits the second chorus, Namjoon’s snores are filling up the room and Seokjin

continues whispering the song to himself as he bends to press a kiss to the boy’s nose.

“ But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?”

As soon as Seokjin stops singing, Jungkook is fussing on his shoulder so he continues to hum the

melody under his breath, quietly clicking the door shut and walking to the room next door where

he can already hear Jimin and Taehyung murmuring about who knows what.

“–Pokemon then he can be Rapmon.”

“No that’s Digimon!”

“Oh yeah! Okay you can be Veemon then.”

“But I’m not blue – hi mama!”

“Shh,” Seokjin quietly shushes, pointing at the tiny bundle cradled against his shoulder. The twins

exaggeratedly clap their hands over their mouths and Seokjin shakes in silent laughter, gently

reaching to position Jungkook between the two boys. There is a soft whine and Seokjin holds hisbreath, praying that his youngest won’t wake in a screaming fury but Jimin and Taehyung

immediately scooch closer, circling their arms and trapping the three into a loose hug that has the

maknae settling down with soft snores.

Seokjin is inwardly cooing at the scene, leaning over to nuzzle his nose in their faces that elicit

high-pitched giggles until he has to playfully shush them again. Taehyung reaches out a tiny arm

for a hug and Seokjin happily gives in, squeezing the boy lightly to his chest and doing the same

for Jimin when he pouts.

With quick pecks to their kissy lips, Seokjin bids his goodnights and trudges back to his bedroom,burying himself in the cool blankets and checks the baby monitor one last time before closing his

eyes in blissful comfort.

But not ten minutes pass before there is a knock on his door, the crack widening an inch and even



Run

Chapter Summary

I can't do anything but run, I can't do anything but love you. [Angsty Feels]

Chapter Notes

This isn’t necessarily my take on what happened. I just have too many feels argh.

Can be considered a sequel to chapter 4 though if you’d like.


“Run!”

Namjoon tugs Taehyung’s blue leather jacket harshly before whirling around to scoop the spray

can filled bag off the floor, taking off as fast as he can with a laughing Taehyung in tow.

They sprint around the block, cutting corners and jumping rails, skipping down bridges and

taunting the officers hot on their heels, these old men who have nothing better to do with their

lives; what the hell would they know about youth?

In the deep recesses of Namjoon’s mind he thinks that no, he didn’t drop out of college for this.

To run around with his friends like a rowdy bunch of teenage delinquents, uncaring, unthinking,

unforgiving of society for something that he can’t really pinpoint at the moment.

But it doesn’t matter. He’s here now, running far and free with his faux-brother beside him,

beaming at each other like nothing really matters in this world but them and their happiness.

Nothing really matters, but Namjoon can’t quite pinpoint why.

“Hyung!” Taehyung cries, and the slight distress in his tone had Namjoon whipping around so

fast that he almost careens headfirst into the approaching officer, the one that isn’t pinning down astruggling Taehyung to the floor.

Before he knows it, the biting steel of handcuffs are slapped on his wrists and he’s being tugged

the half mile or so it takes to get back to wherever the hell they came from, he and Taehyung

getting slapped around more than once for their unceasing laughter.

“We’ll be fine,” Namjoon finds himself repeating when he sees Taehyung’s face scrunched up in

pain at being handled so roughly, and Taehyung only smiles all the brighter.

“We’ll be alright, Jin-hyung will bail us out again,” he says again as he’s slammed against the side

of the police car, reassuring grin splitting his face.

Namjoon can’t tell if the look of complete and utter confusion on Taehyung’s face is because he

didn’t hear, or because he didn’t believe him.



Which is ridiculous, because Jin-hyung’s always there for them.

Always.

“What time is it?”

Hoseok rubs the sleep out of his eyes, face automatically lighting up at the sight of Jimin standing

over him with a pillow in hand.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jimin laughs lightly. “Have a rough night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hoseok says nonchalantly as he fluffs the pillow under

his head. “I’m pretty sure I kicked your ass last night in that pillow fight!” With a swing of the

white fluff in his hand he swings at Jimin’s head hard , an explosion of feathers decorating the

already too-white room and obscuring Jimin’s growing frown.

“Last night?” Jimin questions cautiously, waving away the floating wisps to expose Hoseok’s

delighted grin that slowly tips downwards at Jimin’s worried expression.

“Yeah, last night. We were at Yoongi-hyung’s place, remember? Maybe it was yours, actually. I

don’t really know, though we kinda had a lot to drink so I’m not too surprised.” Hoseok laughs

again, kneeling to shuffle some of the feathers into neat pile on the floor. Jimin remains standing,

fists clenched tightly but Hoseok doesn’t notice, seemingly losing himself in his memories. “Yeah,

I remember spending a lot of time in the bathroom for some reason. Lots of glitter? Ah! Jin-hyung

threw you in the tub, how can you not remember that?”

Hoseok sits himself back on the bed, still unable to meet Jimin’s eyes for some reason.

For some reason.

“For some reason,” Hoseok murmurs faintly, “I remember a lot of water.”

The last thing he is able to mutter before another bout of narcolepsy hits is a whispered, “Where’s

Jin-hyung?”

And the last thing he hears is a muffled sob.

Later, after making sure Hoseok is safely tucked into bed, Jimin sinks slowly into the bathtub,

jeans and tshirt and all.

He stares down hard at the polaroid pinned between his thumb and index finger.

Since when did we become six, Jimin thinks. Since when did Jin-hyung disappear from our lives,

just like how he disappeared from this picture?

He doesn’t really know. He doesn’t even particularly care.

He just knows that there’s a vague sort of satisfaction of burning the completely useless picture to

a crisp, of erasing a memory that was so obviously wrong.

They are seven, Jimin knows. Not six.

Seven.



Like today, some kind of fuzzy electric blue cardigan he never really knew he had.

“You’re very dramatic, you know.”

Jungkook turns hesitantly, looking down at Seokjin who’s sitting oh so casually in the graying

grass, though the individual strands surrounding him seem to light up greener than the rest.

Though he supposes Seokjin also had that kind of influence even when he was alive.

“Of course it’s my fault,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. He vaguely wonders why Seokjin is

always outfitted in that white-gray patterned blazer of his, how his face could be so pristine and

unmarred, so unlike the last time Jungkook had seen him. “If it wasn’t for me –“

“Everything happens for a reason, Kook.” The look Seokjin sends him doesn’t make him feel any

better. This Seokjin, he never really says much. He never really smiles. But Jungkook doesn’t

know why he keeps seeing him, in dreary gray meadows and the driver’s seat of black cars and

sometimes even when he’s in his too-empty apartment, sometimes with his camcorder repeating

scenes that have since long passed.

“Why, hyung?” Jungkook tries, but knows he won’t get an answer. Seokjin just picks at the whitedandelions absently the same way he would’ve if he were really here.

Jungkook clears his throat, looking into the stream beneath the bridge. “Are you just a figment of

my imagination?”

“Am I?” Seokjin echoes faintly, and Jungkook just wants to crouch down and cry, to bury himself

in Seokjin’s lap like he used to when they were little.

But the last time he tried that, Seokjin hadn’t appeared for a week.

He thinks he hears the soft crunch of grass behind him, walking right up to his back and Jungkook

starts blubbering the rhetorical questions that have been weighing down his mind.

“Why are you here, hyung?” Jungkook breathes lowly, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes,

fists clenched tightly. “Why can’t anyone else see you? Why can’t Namjoon-hyung, Yoongi-

hyung and Hoseok-hyung just accept that you’re dead ? Are they crazy? Am I crazy? Are we all

–“

He pauses when he feels strong arms wrapping around his torso, chin tucked into his shoulder and

soft breath against his ear.

It’s familiar. Too familiar. A familiarity that he hasn’t felt in months –

“Don’t look, okay?”

But Jungkook’s never been particularly good at following orders, whirling around in Seokjin’s

arms and hoping to god that he’ll at least manage a hug, a kiss, anything, but

There is nothing there.

Chapter End Notes

idek what this is but how could i not write something *sobs*



and as much as i adore Run, House of Cards is just something else entirely. i fucking

love that song. gah. too many feels. TOO MANY FEELS.

alright, back to my brief hiatus until seokjin's bday<3



#HappyJinDay

Chapter Summary

No one remembers Seokjin's birthday. [Fluff..?]

Chapter Notes

I had nine fics prepared for Seokjin's birthday. Nine. BUT I DIDN'T FINISH EVEN

ONE AND I'M SO ANGRY WITH MYSELF ARGH so I wrote this little thing real

quick so at least something gets posted. Happy birthday, babe!

(No one dies here I promise, but it is 1am so...sorry)


December 3, 11:59 PM

Seokjin stares hard at the numbers on his phone, the screen lighting up nice and bright in his dark

bedroom and against his squinted eyes as he lays curled up in bed.

Any second now, he thinks giddily. Any second now and his phone will start blowing up with

birthday wishes and his door will slam open against the wall (R.I.P.) and he'll close his eyes and

feign sleep until six bodies fling themselves on top of him, likely breaking his back in the process.

He'll pretend to be surprised as he blows out the candles on the laughable excuse of a homemade

cake, possibly Mario-themed this time, thanking his housemates profusely when they shove

awfully wrapped gifts in his face.

He's too busy imagining his not-entirely-fabricated horrified reaction to Namjoon's burnt seaweed

soup to notice the time, figuring he would already have plenty of human notifications for when the

clock strikes midnight.

Yet here he is, staring blankly at the numbers that read 12:05 AM in the almost mocking blockyscript, the lack of an unread text message icon even moreso maddening.

He stares hard for another ten minutes until his phone vibrates loudly, breaking the stifling stillness

and he almost falls out of bed trying to scramble for his phone -

Eomma [00:16:37]: happy birthday!

- and frowning heavily when it's not the Bangtan Room group chat going to war over who was

technically the first to wish him a happy birthday. He loves his mom and all, but…

Fight for my love, dammit!

A series of urgent knocks has Seokjin throwing the purple covers over his head and he squeezes

his eyes shut, shifting the blanket up a bit to hide his growing smile because hey, better late than

never, right?



"Yoongi-hyung? Are you in here?"

...Wrong, apparently.

Maybe it's the sincere confusion on Hoseok's face as he lingers at the doorway, head poked inside

the room curiously, or maybe it’s the way he dared to smile at Seokjin like nothing in the universe

was horribly, horribly wrong. Maybe it's the fact that one of his best friends forgot his

stupid birthday, but whatever the reason, Seokjin is unable to keep the snark from his voice as he

snaps, "Yoongi's not here."

"Oh...okay," Hoseok yelps meekly, slowly shutting the door with a wince and quiet apologies.

"Sorry, goodnight hyung."

Seokjin huffs and buries himself in his sheets, checking his phone one more time before squeezing

his eyes shut.

It's his goddamn birthday. He'd better have a good night.

Seokjin does not have a good night.

He spends the next seven hours rolling around in his bed, checking constantly for any new texts or

Kakao messages or anything, even restarting his phone three or four times to make sure it's not just

network problems to blame. When that isn't the case, he falls into a fitful sleep and dreams of last

year's festivities which involved a lot of balloons, cake and streamers, long cheesy letters and an

album full of blurry polaroids and, for some reason, an explosion of wet glitter.

Seokjin wakes in the middle of the night with a smile on his face as he remembers Yoongi

somehow falling into the bathtub complaining about wet jeans, but his grin instantly gives away to

frustrated tears when he realizes that his friends are a bunch of birthday-forgetting assholes thatcan fall into an infinite number of bathtubs, for all he cares.

(Though he immediately retracts his angry thoughts, granting them the benefit of the doubt –

maybe they’re planning to surprise him in the morning?)

But when the morning comes and he wakes up to no balloons, cake, or streamers lining his walls,

no cameras shoved in his face or pink glitter all over his bed, Seokjin is Not. Happy.

Especially with Yoongi passed out on the bed across the room, snoring the world away. On his

birthday.

With furrows eyebrows and mouth set determinedly, Seokjin steps the two and a half strides it

takes to cross to Yoongi’s bed and lays himself next to the sleeping boy, staring at the ceiling and

crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yoongi," he starts casually, kicking the younger boy awake. "Do you know what day it is?"

Yoongi lifts his head from the pillow just the slightest to give Seokjin the stink eye before burying

his face into the cotton again. "I don’t know," he groans, the words muffled. Yoongi shuffles a

little closer, resting his head on Seokjin’s warm shoulder in an effort to siphon his body heat.

"Friday?"

"Yeah, but what day?" Seokjin presses, trying his best to keep the ice from his tone as he shoves

Yoongi’s head back onto his pillow. Yoongi scowls, rolling over to face the wall with a quiet

harrumph.



"There's a calendar in the kitchen, hyung. Now if you don’t mind, I’m a little busy." Soft snores

begin to fill the room almost instantly, and Seokjin suspects the boy may be faking it to avoid his

obviously foul mood.

But Seokjin supposes it doesn’t really matter, because Yoongi and Hoseok are both dead to him at

the moment.

The first to wake in the apartment besides Seokjin is, of course, Jimin.

Their brief interaction goes something like this:

"Morning Jimin,” he greets grudgingly, because who can really be angry at Park Jimin? “Want

to go see that new movie tonight?”

"Oh, maybe tomorrow hyung. I wanted to swing by the mall to pick up a present."

Seokjin perks up, picking at his cuticles and feigning disinterest. "A present? Kind of last minute,

isn't it?"

Jimin shrugs. "Not really? I mean, Tae's birthday isn't until the end of the month."

(Something like that, anyway. Seokjin can’t really remember with the utter despair crushing him

into the ground.)

The rest of the day flies by similarly, Seokjin just lingering about the living room and kitchen and

finally retreating to his room in a huff when the only words spoken to him that day were “Hyung,

what’s for dinner?” and “Wow, what’re you all pissed about?” (Jungkook had gotten a good

smack on the head for that one.)

So there he lays, sprawled out across his and Yoongi’s bed that have been pushed together into his

corner of the room (because it’s his birthday and he can do whatever the hell he wants, dammit).

And he must’ve fallen asleep because suddenly it’s 11:53PM, and, well, what a waste of a

birthday.

What a waste of 23 years with his so-called best friends.

"Makin' omelettes, ohh yeah, omelettes omelettes cheesy yummy omele- fuck. Makin' scrambled

eggs, ohh yeah, makin some yummy cheesy scrambled eggs~"

Seokjin steps out of his bedroom after six or so hours of wallowing in self-pity, scratching his

head sleepily and wincing at the sudden pang of remorse shooting through him at the sight of

Taehyung trying (and failing, miserably) to cook himself a meal after Seokjin had all but left the

six to fend for themselves.

"Tae, why are you eating at midnight?” Seokjin sighs, shooing the wide-eyed male out of the

way. “Go back to bed, if you're hungry I'll make you something –“

"Fuck, what're you doing up?” Taehyung blurts frantically, and Seokjin frowns. “Jungkook!

JUNGKOOK!"

“Jesus, Taehyung, why are you – hey, hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Seokjin doesn’t even put up a fight when Jungkook wraps his arms around his waist, body going

completely slack in exasperation when the younger boy heaves him up with a slight grunt. As



Jungkook lifts him easily out of the kitchen, Seokjin manages to catch a glimpse of the calendar

hanging next to the fridge, a big TAEHYUNG’S BIRTHDAY and SEOKJIN-HYUNG’S

BIRTHDAY big and clear on the uniform squares for December 30th and December…5th?

“Are you serious,” Seokjin murmurs as he goes tenses in Jungkook’s flexed arms, his angry shrill

and livid thrashing increasing in volume and ferocity as he repeats, “Guys, are you fucking

serious?!”

Jungkook has to manhandle Seokjin back into bed at this point, forcibly cocooning him in thepurple blankets after a brutal struggle and runs out the door with a mumbled apology, pulling the

knob shut and Seokjin can hear a chair being dragged across the hardwood floor to keep the door

locked in place.

Seokjin collapses in his bed, eyes darting towards the clock. December 4, 11:58PM, it reads, and

Seokjin thinks that maybe he can maybe spare them one more chance. Just one.

"They still have time," he murmurs, gaze flickering to his phone again. 11:59PM.

They still have time.

And finally his door busts open, the wood almost rattling off its hinges as six rambunctious boys

pile in screaming, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HYUNG!"

And Seokjin thinks he might’ve been forgiving if the clock didn’t read 12:01AM.

So instead he scowls, lower lip trembling fiercely and tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as

his friends watch on in shame and guilt and panic. "You're late!" he cries, reaching behind him

and around him to whip pillows and stuffed animals and whatever the hell is in reach, and

Taehyung and Namjoon have dive out of the way to not drop the very burnt eggs and awful-

excuse of a Mario-themed cake. "My birthday was yesterday, you jerks! December 4th! NotDecember 5th! Get away from me, I hate all of you -"

"Hyung!" Jimin laughs, and Seokjin pats around him angrily for something else to throw but

nothing is in reach. "Hyung, we changed your calendars a day forward! Surprise!"

"What?" Seokjin hisses, suddenly aware of his phone by his side blowing up with fifty new

notifications and his rage starts to tamper down into a murderous calm.

With tears. Lots of big, fat tears.

“Hyung, oh my god, don’t cry!”

“I knew this was a bad idea!”

“Well guess what? It was your bad idea in the first –“

“You're so stupid !” Seokjin blurts through his loud sniffles. “You guys are so stupid and I hate

you so much, you fucking assholes!"”

“Aw hyung, we love you too!”

“ Don't touch me,” he seethes before pulling an unsuspecting Jimin into his chest, squeezing thelife out of him and holding out his arms expectantly. Five pairs of eyes blinks back at him warily.

“But – but you said –“



Seokjin narrows his eyes maliciously. "Shut up. Come hug me before I kill you."

Taehyung just laughs before launching himself freely into Seokjin’s arms. “Happy birthday, Jin-

hyung!”

Seokjin sighs happily when they’re all dogpiled on him, cake probably on the floor somewhere

but he doesn’t really mind.

A happy birthday, indeed.

Fuckers.

Bonus Clip:

Eomma [00:00:00] Happy birthday, sweetheart!! I'm so sorry about yesterday, but your friends

really wanted to pull this off! They really love you ^o^ Make sure you're all eating well, okay?

Abeoji [00:00:00]: happy birthday, son.

Hyosang [00:00:01]: HAPPY BDAY DID I WIN

Jaehwan [00:00:01]: happy birthday!

Jaehwan [00:00:03]: did i beat hyosang at least

Hyung [00:00:01]: happy birthday dongsaengie

Hyung [00:00:05]: Jjangu says hi

[Bangtan Room]

Jungkookie [00:00:00]: HAPPY BIRTHDAYTae [00:00:00]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Jiminie [00:00:01]: Happy birthday hyung I love you a lot <3 <3 <3

Hobi [00:00:01]: happy birthday to you~~~

Jungkookie [00:00:02]: I WON

Namjoonie [00:00:02]: hbd hyung

Tae [00:00:03]: WTF JUNGKOOK HOW

Jungkookie [00:00:03]: SUCK IT

Yoongi [00:00:03]: shut up

Yoongi [00:00:04]: happy birthday jin-hyungHobi [00:00:04]: open the door!!

Tae [03:47:58]: sorry again, we love you~

Me [03:48:21]: We are going to eat bulgogi tonight – the good stuff. Say goodbye to your

wallets.

Tae [03:49:13]: D:

Chapter End Notes



*insert all of bangtan's hilarious #happyjinday tweets here*

This was awfully written, I’m so sorry Seokjin I am undeserving, have a fantastic

birthday my love



Big Boys Don't Cry

Chapter Summary

Yoongi is a big boy. Baby!Bangtan. [Fluff]

Chapter Notes

it's 2:30am and idk what this is either but #happyjinday

Yoongi watches disinterestedly as Seokjin scoops a spoonful of mushed rice into a blubberingJungkook’s mouth, making ridiculous airplane noises that somehow manage to excite the toddler

as he slaps his hands all over the wooden tabletop. Jungkook happily accepts the runny goop with

a big chomp on the spoon, the substance oozing from the corner of his mouth when he giggles at

Seokjin’s high-pitched cooing. His Ironman onesie and matching bib are stained with his brothers’

prior attempts at feeding him, the child refusing to eat a bite unless it’s from Seokjin’s own hand.

“Mommy, it’s my turn!” Taehyung wails loudly next to him, chin slumped atop the table and

Yoongi nearly drops his training-chopsticks at the volume splitting his skull. Jimin’s

accompanying whine of “ Me toooo!” doesn’t rattle him quite as much, though Yoongi supposes

that’s more due to the expectation of one twin following the other than Jimin’s comparativelyquieter (yet still ridiculously loud) nature.

Yoongi chews thoughtfully on his mouthful of jjajangmyeon, absently wondering if he was also

such a loud squishy tiny human four or five years ago, one that had to rely on his mom to feed him

and change him and –

Nah. I was probably a genius-baby.

“Mama, I can’t pick up the dumpling,” Hobi pouts next to him, fingers struggling with his grip on

the Pororo training chopsticks. Hoseok reaches over his plate filled with vegetables to try grabbing

for the dumplings again only for them to slide right off the plastic.

“One second Hobi,” Seokjin smiles fondly before scooping up some rice for an impatient Jimin.

As Seokjin is busy spooning the mush into Jimin’s mouth, Yoongi watches with a careful eye as

Hoseok cautiously extends his arm across the table to reach for the good stuff with his bare hands.

Yoongi frowns, tapping Hoseok’s arm lightly. “Here,” he murmurs, pinching the dumpling

shakily between his chopsticks and offering it to his younger brother. “Say ah.”

“AHHHH!” Hoseok cries loudly, prompting a loud chorus from the rest of his siblings and he

laughs delightedly at Yoongi’s scrunched up face. “Thanks hyung!”

“Hyung, me too?” Namjoon asks quietly to the side, sheepishly branding his broken utensils

before hiding them back under the table lest Seokjin catches him. Yoongi just rolls his eyes and

relents, picking up food left and right to feed his loud, spoiled siblings, hardly giving himself a

chance to eat his own food.



He looks up when a slight shadow is cast over his face (and his noodles).

“Yoongi?” Seokjin looks at him expectantly, wooden chopsticks poised steadily in the air in front

of his mouth and Yoongi hesitates just the slightest before shaking his head and returns to

struggling slightly with his Kumamon-themed chopsticks.

“I’m a big boy,” he says simply around a mouthful of noodles, the black bean sauce sticking easily

to his chin on their ascent.

He ducks his head at Seokjin’s proud beam and tries to stomp down his sudden craving for

dumplings.

---

“And then we went to the zoo and, and the park! Ooh mama let us ride or bikes too! And then

Joonie got to –“

Yoongi listens sullenly as he toes off his shoes by the front door, Seokjin trailing closely behind

with Yoongi’s Kumamon backpack and a painting he made in art class earlier that day (sevenbutterflies dancing in a meadow). Hoseok bounces around the two of them, eager to fill Yoongi in

on his day while he was off in kindergarten.

“Hoseok-ah, did you finish your nap?” Seokjin questions sternly, hands on his hips and Yoongi

has to hold in the little snicker bursting from his lips when he sees Hoseok freeze with his eyes

wide open, hands hidden behind his back guiltily.

“No…but mama, Yoongi-hyung’s home! We can play now, right?”

Yoongi and Hoseok share a smile, so ready to resume their ongoing hide-and-seek contest

(Yoongi is the reigning champ so far, even though they once lost Kookie for twenty whole

minutes until a frantic Seokjin found the baby curled up under the coffee table asleep), but Seokjin

stops them from running off with a soft tut.

“Not yet sweetie, Yoongi needs to finish his homework before he can play,” he says

apologetically, but the pair is already sporting matching scowls.

“Why does Yoongi-hyung have to go to school?” Hoseok whines, stomping his foot childishly.

Seokjin sighs, crouching down to hug the both of them to his broad chest. “Because Yoongi’s a

big boy now,” he says simply, offering them both a peck. “Next year you will be too!”

Blah, school, Yoongi thinks with a pout. Who needs it?

He’d much rather be at home napping.

---

“Hyuuuung!” Jungkook wails in his high-pitched baby babble, and Yoongi tries upping the

volume on his bulky headphones to drown out his little brother’s annoying whines. “Hyung, I

want!”

Jungkook sits on the floor in a pout next to Yoongi's twin-sized bed, arms stretched up in an

attempt to grab his brother's most prized possession and huffing cutely when his little tugs have

little effect.



Yoongi scowls, pulling the wires away from Jungkook's pudgy, prying hands. "No," he says with

a finality that immediately summons tears to the toddler's eyes, the big droplets pooling almost

comically at the corners and threatening to turn into (loud loud loud ) wailing waterfalls. Yoongi

huffs and turns on his side, digging around for something under his bed. He smiles in triumph

when his fingers meet a plastic leg, proudly brandishing the Ironman action figure in front of

Jungkook's face. "Here Kookie," he offers, curling Jungkook's baby hands around the toy. "This

is yours. Go play with Jiminie and Taetae."

But Jungkook stomps his foot, tossing away his beloved doll. "No!" he pouts, stubby fingerpointing up at Yoongi's mp3 player. The elder sighs under his breath, two seconds from collecting

the toddler into his arms and depositing him into his crib. “Jungkookie,” Yoongi says warily when

the younger’s lip starts to tremble again. “You can’t play with my –“

“MOMMYYYYY!” Jungkook starts screaming and god, god does Yoongi wish he were an only

child right about now. He watches forlornly as Seokjin hurries into the bedroom, scooping

Jungkook into his arms and checking for any wounds.

“What is it, baby?” Seokjin coos, pushing Jungkook’s head against his shoulder and running a

soothing hand down his back. Jungkook whimpers and points down at Yoongi, who seems tohave a permanent grimace fixed to his face.

“Hyung, music!”

Seokjin sighs, holding out a hand expectantly towards his eldest son and sighing again when

Yoongi just turns around with his arms crossed. “Yoongi, he just wants to play with you. He

missed you while you were at school.”

“Then why does he always want my toys,” Yoongi huffs, sitting on the edge of his mattress and

fiddling with his mp3 player.

Seokjin crouches down in front of him, sitting Jungkook on his knee. “Remember what I said

about sharing?” he asks with a smile, and Yoongi nods hesitantly. “He's just a baby, Yoongi. And

you're the eldest, remember? You need to take care of your dongsaengs.”

And when Seokjin holds out a hand again, Yoongi reluctantly hands his prized possession over to

Seokjin’s larger one which in turn finds its way into Jungkook’s dirty baby hands and Yoongi

scowls all the more, even when Seokjin places a kiss on this forehead in thanks.

Being the oldest really sucks sometimes.

---

He should’ve known better.

He absolutely should’ve known better than to linger unarmed and defenseless in the presence of

either Jimin or Taehyung.

Or worse, Jimin and Taehyung.

"Here!" A cushioned roll of white is thrust into his arms and there’s a sudden blur of blue, black

and white as the twins run around the living room, twisting the toilet paper around lamps and into

couch cushions and under the table while Seokjin gives Hoseok and Namjoon their baths.

“What’re you guys doing,” Yoongi gapes, appalled at the destruction but Taehyung and Jimin

only grin brightly, throwing an empty toilet paper roll at Yoongi’s chest. “Mom is going to be so

mad .”



But the brothers don’t seem to hear him as they run around screaming, encouraging Yoongi in

their limited baby vocabulary to “Play, hyung! Play!”

And their energy is ridiculously infectious, most traces of doubt washed away with the twin’s

enthusiasm and it really did look like a lot of fun, and Yoongi joins in with a whoop and a holler,

helping Jimin on the end table so he could reach the wall shelf to grab the pretty flowers mama

keeps up there –

And the vase comes crashing down with a loud smash, the trio freezing in place when they hear

heavy footsteps rushing out to see what’s going on.

“Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi – what on earth? Get down from there! Get away from the glass!”

Seokjin briefly runs to the kitchen to grab a broom, the three staring down guiltily at their feet and

await their imminent scolding as Seokjin grumbles under his breath. After the glass is properly

swept, he lines the three of them against the wall and crouches down eye-level, looking around the

room pointedly.

“Was this your idea, Taehyung, Jimin?” Seokjin probes carefully, and the two immediately nod,eyes-wide with fear. “Alright, I’ll talk to you both later then. Clean up, okay?”

Yoongi watches as they nod again, running off to collect the mess and already squealing in

laughter while Seokjin moves over to step in front of him.

“Yoongi,” Seokjin starts, his heavy tone immediately drawing water to the child’s eyes. “I

understand your brothers doing this, but you?” A hand strokes through his hair, sinking into his

shoulder. “You’re a big boy, Yoongi. You should’ve known better.” The disappointment laced in

his reprimand is almost worse than a scolding, and Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek to stop the

flow of tears.

“Okay,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

He kind of really hates growing up sometimes.

---

“Namjoon-ah, put away your DS. It’s time for bed.”

“But why does Yoongi-hyung get to stay up?” Namjoon whines, fingers clutched onto the

doorway and refusing to budge.

“Because Yoongi’s a big boy,” Seokjin grins, easily prying the stubby fingers off the wood and

shuffling the boy to bed. Yoongi stays curled up on Seokjin’s bed, listening with some sort of

vague satisfaction at his little brothers’ whines next door.

A good ten minutes later in which Nemo succeeds in touching the “butt”, Seokjin comes back to

Yoongi sprawled out against his pillows, the child scooching over for Seokjin to settle next to him

while his eyes remain transfixed on the screen.

“Sleepy?” Seokjin asks with a grin, and Yoongi responds with a shake of his head and precious

eye smile lighting up his face. “What are we watching this time?”

“Finding Nemo!” Yoongi declares, huddling into Seokjin’s side just the slightest when the sharks

come onscreen. “We were watching it yesterday but didn’t finish because Kookie was crying,

remember?”



“Oh yeah, how did I forget?” Seokjin jokes, tickling his son’s sides to elicit a quiet squeal. “I had

to protect you from the sharks!”

“No you didn’t!” Yoongi insists as indignantly as possible for an almost six-year-old. “I wasn’t

scared!”

Seokjin giggles behind his hand, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Right, right. Because you’re a big boy

now, right? Don’t need me to protect you from monsters anymore?”

Yoongi frowns slightly. “I guess…” he trails off, jumping when the shark attacks and Seokjin

bursts into another round of giggles.

“Mom?” Yoongi asks after a few minutes of silent viewing and cuddles.

“Hm?”

“I’m your baby too though, right?” Yoongi murmurs sleepily into Seokjin's side, tiny fists rubbing

circles into his eyes and Seokjin blinks curiously, shuffling the growing child onto his lap.

“Of course, sweetie,” he hums into Yoongi’s head of black hair, hugging him to his chest. “Myvery first one, in fact. That means you’re special.”

“The specialest?” Yoongi smiles, eyes drifting closed on his own accord and snores following

soon after.

“The specialest,” Seokjin agrees quietly, carrying the sleeping boy back to his own bedroom.

(And the last thing Yoongi thinks before falling into dreamland is that maybe being a big boy isn’t

so bad after all.)



Year of the Monkey

Chapter Summary

"'Momma Jin'?" Taehyung screeches indignantly. "'FlowerBoyTrio?' Are you

fucking kidding me -"

Chapter Notes


"Hey, wake up!"

Taehyung jolts in his bed when rough fingers pinch at his nipples, and he squints into the dark at

the two familiar figures looming over his bed.

At his house.

In Daegu.

"Jimin. Jungkookie. I love you and all, but what the hell are you doing in my room?"

Jimin clucks his tongue, shaking his pretty head of orange hair at the sleepy youth while Jungkook

whips out his phone to shove in Taehyung's face.

"Have you seen these?" the maknae hisses, and Taehyung almost smacks his forehead inexasperation because really, they traveled the unnecessary hour or so at three in the morning to

show him something he'd see in the morning anyway?

He says as much, and his two best friends huff in frustration and annoyance and okay, seriously,

"Seokjin-hyung goes snowboarding with his family every year , why are you making such a big

deal out of this? I mean yeah he looks hot and all, but -"

Somewhere to his right there is the familiar sound of Jungkook trying to pull his hair out in an

effort to distract himself from Taehyung's utter obliviousness. "Does this -" Jimin rips the phone

away, scrolling left until he finds what he's looking for, "look like his family to you?"

Taehyung squints at the screen, letting his eyes adjust to the harsh light that is either the too-bright

LED or the radiance that is Kim Seokjin, possibly both, only to make out the images of the two

men decked out in full snowboard gear on either side of his hyung who are most certainly not his

relatives, all too smiley and all too happy and now that he thinks about it, the overly familiar

JinJin! and Jinnie~ are vaguely reminiscent of the voices blaring through Seokjin's Facetime late at

night, hmph.

Jungkook silently reaches over and swipes left.

"'Momma Jin'?" Taehyung screeches indignantly. "'FlowerBoyTrio?' Are you fucking kidding me

-"

"They're having a sleepover ," Jimin supplies helpfully.

"In our dorm," Jungkook adds. "And that filter, really? Ugh, Seokjin-hyung, your real friends



have way better taste than that!"

(The three pretend it's not a lie and that the filter actually does not do amazing things to bring out

his eyes, like wow)

Taehyung just gapes, swiping furiously through the countless photos and videos and probably

cementing his own status as a masochist. "Hyung," he begs to the phone screen, the device

clutched tightly in both hands. "Hyung, are we not good enough? Do you miss us? Is that why

you felt the need to adopt more hungry children, I don't understand -"

"They're stealing our mom," Jimin declares, Jungkook nodding along beside him. "They're eating

our food, taking over our dorm, taking him on dates -"

"It's cheating," the maknae grumbles. "Seokjin-hyung is cheating on us. Sort of. Kinda. Almost."

Jimin reaches to tug an unresistant Taehyung out of his warm comfy bed, tossing his beloved

ripped shirts and ajusshi pants at him followed by a giant jacket that he swiftly shrugs on. "C'mon,

we're gonna go claim our territory!"

Not that he's opposed to the idea, but

"But that's like, a six hour train ride. Trains aren't even operating at this time of night, and neither

of you have a driver's license -"

"Yoongi-hyung's driving," Jungkook mumbles as he shoves one on of Taehyung's shoes for him,

the elder moving much too slow for his liking. "It normally takes three hours but he says he can

probably make it in two."

Taehyung looks up incredulously from his note to his parents. "Yoongi-hyung? Seriously? The

hyung that can't be bothered with responding to texts after 11pm , driving at this time of night?

We'll die!"

Jimin grins cheekily, pushing open the front door. "I'd think so too, if it wasn't his idea in the first

place."

And with an accepting shrug, Taehyung rushes forward.

"Mom, hang on! I'm coming for you!"

Somewhere upstairs Taehyung's mom blinks confusedly at the window, watching her son and his

two friends jump into a car with three others and drive off into the night.

"But...I'm right here..."

Chapter End Notes

this flowerboy trio will kill me istg

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