@ladyelocin: Yoonmin AU—Together again af...

Yoonmin AU—

Together again after 5 years, Yoongi and Jimin will do whatever it takes to protect their newfound family.

Season 2 of Single Dad AU 🧸

Season 1 🧸

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tags:
• single dad yoongi
• chaebol jimin
• angst, hurt/comfort, slice of life
• fluff, domestic life
• side namjin, single dad hoseok
• taekook are adorable little kids
• mature content 🔞
• happy ending

additional tags will be added appropriately as the story goes.

• Yoongi •

The afternoon light passing through the large floor-to-ceiling windows fills up the entire penthouse and Yoongi squints when the sun accidentally hits his eyes.

The white curtains are wide open, filtering some of the rays as the air conditioner makes sure that the place stays cool. As he looks around the living room, a sense of familiarity lodges inside his chest when he notices that Jimin’s penthouse +

+ looks almost exactly the last time he was here. His gaze lands on the couch where Jimin sat five years ago, looking at Yoongi with tears in his eyes like he had destroyed his world, heartbreak evident on his face as he looks at Yoongi’s baby in his arms.

The memory is a part of the past now but every expression and every word Jimin had told him still feels fresh to the elder. He will never forget how much he’d hurt the love of his life. He could forgive himself but he could never forget. Never.

But despite all of the terrible things that happened, Yoongi promises himself to be better so he can be someone worthy of Jimin’s love.

The elder feels a light tug at his hand and looks down at the little boy staring up at him. His round dark eyes make Yoongi remember his mother but it doesn’t, in any way, waver his fatherly love for him.

Everything about Youngjae is beautiful and precious; his mother’s memory will never taint the affection Yoongi holds for him. “Appa?” the little boy says meekly, looking like a lost lamb in the spacious apartment.

Yoongi crouches in front of his son and holds his shoulders. “What’s the matter?”

“Is this our new house?”

The question makes Yoongi smile. “Mhn. It’s beautiful, right?”

Youngjae looks around for a moment before nodding at his father. “Big windows.”

Yoongi chuckles and takes his son’s hand to walk him near the glass windows. Crouching down, he points at the city view below them. “Do you see those buildings and cars?”

Youngjae nods.

“They look beautiful at night. We’ll have dinner on the balcony so you can see the city lights from up here, hm?”

A wide smile blooms on Youngjae’s face and he throws his arms around his father’s neck. “I’m excited, appa!”

Yoongi’s heart melts and he returns his son’s embrace, pressing a kiss on his temple.

“Ya, what’s this?”

The elder’s heart swells a little more at the sight of his handsome boyfriend standing a few feet away from them, hands resting on narrow hips as a fluffy teddy bear dangles beside him.

“No one said anything about a group hug,” Jimin teases with a smile and walks towards the pair to crouch in front of the little boy. “Here’s a teddy bear for you, Youngjae-ya. Give me a hug too.”

Yoongi snorts lightly when Youngjae excitedly takes the brown teddy from Jimin’s hand and wraps a free arm around Jimin’s neck, keeping the stuffed toy close to his chest. “Thank you, Papa!”

The endearment puts a wide smile on Jimin’s face and he lifts the little kid up in his arms. “There’s a much bigger one in your room. Wanna see?”

Youngjae giggles and nods at his papa. “Mhn!”

Jimin chuckles and pecks his cheek before moving towards the stairs.

The adorable display of affection makes Yoongi shake his head, unable to hide the fond smile stretching his lips as he follows them to Youngjae’s bedroom.

He knows Jimin would spoil Youngjae with a nice room but not to this extent. Yoongi's mouth drops open at the huge teddy bear sitting in one corner of the room, at the space and rocket design of the single bed pushed against the wall, +

+ and at the shelves filled with lots of children's books and encyclopedias standing beside a wooden study table. Youngjae squeals and runs towards the teddy bear, falling down on its fluffy body and giggling happily. “Mr. Teddy is so big!”

“Yes!” Jimin laughs. “You can hug Mr. Teddy all you want.”

“Jimin-ah.” When Jimin’s attention shifts to him, Yoongi looks at him with hesitation in his eyes. “Isn’t this too much?”

“Nothing’s too much when it comes to you and Youngjae.” Jimin slides his fingers between Yoongi’s own, squeezing them as he gives the elder an affectionate smile.

Dinner is a light and fun affair on the balcony with Youngjae looking at the bright city lights and pointing at every interesting stuff that his gaze catches. Jimin is content with feeding the little boy with fresh pieces of grapes as he lounges on the huge bean bag with Yoongi.

The cloudless night sky is littered with stars and the breeze hitting Yoongi’s skin is cool and refreshing. He takes in a deep breath and sighs as he melts into the comfort of the seat. When he hears Jimin chuckling beside him, he turns his head to the sound and asks, “Why?”

“Nothing.” Jimin bumps a ripe grape against Yoongi’s lips and the elder opens his mouth to take the fruit. “It’s just good to see you relaxing like this.”

Yoongi agrees; this is the most relaxing moment of his life in years.

“I still have to find a job.”

“And I’ve been telling you that you can work in the company.”

Yoongi winces. “You know I don’t want to have anything to do with your family’s company.”

The younger pouts and places the bowl on the table. “I know,” he answers. “But if you need help searching, just let me know, hm?”

Yoongi smiles. “I will.”

“Appa.” Youngjae approaches them rubbing his tired eyes. “Sleepy.”

“Okay.” Yoongi lifts up his son. “Jimin-ah, I’ll just put Youngjae to bed. You can place the dirty dishes in the sink; I’ll wash them up later.”

“It’s fine, hyung. You already cooked for us; let me clean up.” Jimin stands up as well. “You can take a bath first.”

After changing his son into a pair of pajamas and accompanying him to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Yoongi places the sleepy kid on the bed and tucks him under the blanket.

There’s an adorable bear lamp on the nightstand beside his bed and the elder decides to let the light on throughout the night since this is the first time that Youngjae would be sleeping without him.

“Appa…” Youngjae mutters sleepily as he hugs his teddy bear, gripping Yoongi’s thumb instinctively like he always does, not wanting to let his father go.

“I’ll be here until you fall asleep, son.” He strokes his son’s hair gently, watching the kid’s face with so much affection.

After just a few minutes, Youngjae’s breathing becomes even and his fingers around Yoongi’s thumb loosens up. The elder plants a soft kiss on his son’s head before proceeding to walk out of the room.

He keeps the door ajar, just in case Youngjae would come looking for him in the middle of the night. Even though it’s already been five years, Yoongi’s instincts still guide him towards the bathroom adjacent to his and Jimin’s bedroom.

It’s like he never left and the familiarity and sense of nostalgia that this place gives him makes him tear up a little under the warm spray of the shower. After patting himself dry and sliding into a comfortable pair of pajamas that Jimin has provided for him, +

+ Yoongi walks into the bedroom and stops by the glass window. He reaches out to touch the silly One Piece sticker on top of the handle. It was a freebie from one of the stores that he and Jimin went to years ago +

+ and the younger insisted on sticking it on the glass window of their bedroom. ‘It’s cute!’ he remembers Jimin saying with an adorable pout. ‘I love it.’

The memory puts a smile on Yoongi’s lips.

“Hyung?”

Yoongi turns around and finds Jimin standing by the door.

“Are you done?”

“Mhn.” He nods.

“Okay.” Jimin stands there awkwardly for three seconds, looking between the bathroom door and the closet before deciding to get a pair of pajamas and pad across the carpeted floor towards the bathroom.

The restlessness in the air comforts Yoongi a little, knowing that he’s not the only one feeling nervous about this whole thing. It’s been five years and even though he and Jimin finally got back together, the ground beneath their feet still feels a little wobbly.

Yoongi isn’t quite sure where he stands in Jimin’s life after all these years, if it’s okay to be familiar with him again or touch him like how he used to. The bed behind him serves as a reminder of all the memories he’d shared with Jimin when he first lived here.

They shared the nights and mornings in that bed, cuddled up and tangled under the sheets, bare and flushed after making love. Falling asleep and waking up to Jimin’s face everyday was one of the things that Yoongi had missed the most these past five years.

The memory was like a ghost haunting him and it would wake him up in the middle of the night, choking in his tears as tremendous guilt seeped into his chest. Nights without Jimin have always been the hardest.

The sound of running water dies and Yoongi waits as Jimin blow-dries his hair in the bathroom. If this were a normal day five years ago, then Yoongi would have joined the younger in the shower. But it isn’t so Yoongi chooses to wait.

The bathroom door creaks open and the elder keeps his gaze steady in front of him, staring at the marvelous night view beyond the glass windows of the penthouse.

“Yoongi-ya?” Jimin settles behind him. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Swallowing the forming lump in his throat, Yoongi asks quietly, “Is it really okay if I sleep here?”

When Jimin feels the slight tension in the air, he moves closer to stand beside him. “Of course. I’m the one who asked you to share a bed with me. But…”

Jimin presses his lips together. “I-If you don’t want to, I understand.”

“I want to.” Yoongi turns to face Jimin and his breath catches in his throat at the beautiful sight of his lover.

His smooth and flawless skin is flushed because of the shower’s heat and his plump lips look a little fuller tonight. Jimin has always been beautiful to Yoongi’s eyes but each time surpasses the one before.

He’s a sight that Yoongi will never tire of staring at no matter how much time passes by.

“Hyung…” Jimin moves to stand behind him, tentatively wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist as if unsure if he’s allowed to do this. “Is this okay?” he whispers.

Yoongi sighs and closes his eyes, comforted by the younger’s warmth. He lifts a hand to intertwine their fingers together. “Yes.”

He hears Jimin let out a relieved sigh before the younger hooks his chin on his shoulder, his arms going tighter around the elder’s waist.

They stand there in silence for a while, appreciating each other’s presence and proximity after a long time. The familiarity of the scene makes Yoongi’s heart swell and the bitter longing that was once tormenting him is replaced with joy and a sense of coming home.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Jimin mutters, nuzzling the side of Yoongi’s neck.

“I’ve missed you too,” Yoongi answers as overwhelming emotions engulf him.

After a moment, the elder turns around in Jimin’s embrace and holds his face to stare deeply into his eyes. “Thank you for giving me another chance, Jimin-ah.” He presses their foreheads together. “Thank you.”

“Hyung…” Jimin’s fingers curl on the fabric on Yoongi’s back. “I… I wanna kiss you. Can I?”

Yoongi’s heart starts to pound harder in his chest. Then, he whispers, “You can kiss me all you want.”

Yoongi feels Jimin’s lips on his before he can process it. His kisses are heated and full of yearning that Yoongi can only gasp in response to the younger’s tongue plunging into his mouth.

Yoongi’s back hits the bed before he knows it, and Jimin lays on top of him, kissing him breathless with a hunger that’s been contained for so many years. “Hyung,” Jimin breathes against his mouth between kisses. “Yoongi-ya…”

“Jimin.” Yoongi takes Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a moan out of the younger, and slides his hands on Jimin’s hips to squeeze the tight muscles.

He lets out a soft moan when Jimin moves his backside lower. “Can…” the younger breathes out as he chases Yoongi’s lips. “Hyung, can we—?”

“Appa?” Two soft knocks.

Jimin freezes on top of him and Yoongi’s breath seizes up in his throat at the sound of his son’s muffled voice coming from the other side of the door.

“Youngjae-ya?” he says in a slightly raised voice, and Jimin’s head drops down on the elder’s collarbone with a soft groan.

“We can’t do this much now, can we?”

Yoongi chuckles and pecks Jimin on the cheek. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”

The younger huffs out a fond chuckle and steals one last kiss from Yoongi’s lips. “It’s okay. Take your time.”

Jimin peels himself away from Yoongi and the elder stands up from the bed to walk towards the door. Youngjae is rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand as the other holds the teddy bear’s arm, dragging it across the floor.

Yoongi crouches down and places a hand on the side of his son’s neck. “Did you wake up?”

“Appa’s not there.” The little kid hugs his father. “Can’t sleep.”

Heart melting, Yoongi lifts up his son and turns around to look at Jimin sitting on the bed with a worried crease settled between his brows. “Is he okay?” the younger asks.

“He can’t sleep without me,” Yoongi tells him and the concern on the younger’s face morphs into genuine fondness.

“Let him sleep with us.”

The elder’s lips part. “Is it okay?”

“Of course. He’s my baby now too.” Jimin reaches for the kid. “Give him to me.”

Yoongi walks towards the bed and carefully lays the sleepy kid on the mattress. “My sleepy baby,” Jimin coos when Youngjae buries his face into his chest and utters ‘Papa.’

Yoongi slides under the covers and switches off the lamp on the nightstand. Once settled, he meets Jimin’s gaze on top of Youngjae’s head, and the younger beams at him as he embraces the little kid tighter.

“I’m happy,” Jimin says in a quiet and breathy voice, careful not to wake up his baby.

“I’m happy too,” Yoongi replies with a smile and leans forward to press a kiss on Jimin’s forehead before dropping down to kiss the crown of his son’s head. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Jimin whispers and closes his eyes. Yoongi lets his eyelids slide shut as he drapes a protective arm over his family. He will never trade this moment for anything in the world.

He will keep this memory engraved in his heart and as long as he’s breathing, Yoongi will never let anything bad happen to Jimin and Youngjae.

🧸

lady's note: hiii! season 2 is not yet finished. it's still ongoing. please wait for the update. thank youuu 🙇‍♀️🥺

additional tags:
• shifting angst to heavy angst, no mcd
• family issues, past trauma, abandonment
• misunderstandings, communication is the key
• mentions of homophobia
• appa yg is trying his best
• youngjae is the literal sunshine of yoonmin's lives

.....we're back 🧸🩵

Jimin blinks through the faint morning light slipping through the sheer curtains of the bedroom window. Turning, he seeks a familiar body lying beside him, only to be met by the cold sheet under his palm. "Youngjae-ya?" he calls, voice hoarse from sleep. He sits up. "Hyung?"

Tossing the covers, Jimin yawns and scratches the back of his neck as he rises from the bed, dragging himself to the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his face. It's six in the morning. Where did the two of them go?

After waking himself up with an accidental splash of cold water, Jimin brushes his teeth and exits the bathroom to find Yoongi and his son. Slippered feet padding across the tiles, Jimin descends the flight of stairs leading to the ground floor of his apartment.

And the moment he steps foot into the kitchen, a strong aroma of freshly cooked pancakes, eggs, and bacon hits his nose. His mouth waters, swallowing hard as his feet take him closer to the source of that enticing smell.

"Appa! Appa!" comes Youngjae's voice from the dining table. "Extra rice ball, please!"

Yoongi, standing behind the counter and preparing his son's lunchbox, smiles. "Alright," he says, putting two extra rice balls into the container. "Are you gonna share them with your friends?"

"Yes!" The kid gives his father a broad smile, all teeth and gums, and the sight makes Jimin's heart soft in every way possible. "Min-ah and Yejoon said they wanted to eat appa's rice balls! I said appa's cooking is the best in the world!"

A low chuckle escapes the elder's mouth, opening his lips to respond to his son's praise, but when his gaze lands on Jimin's approaching form, the unspoken words on his tongue turn into a bright and affectionate smile. God, he missed seeing his hyung smile like this.

"Good morning, Jimin-ah."

"Good morning," the younger replies, earning him Youngjae's attention.

"Papa!" he takes a bite of his pancake. "Goo-morneeshf!"

Seeing the kid's swollen cheeks, Jimin laughs and pats Youngjae's head. "Don't talk when your mouth's full."

"Showee—oof!" The kid's hands fly over his mouth, chewing behind his palms as if caught doing something he shouldn't.

Jimin shakes his head fondly and slides into the space beside Yoongi. "Hey." He leans closer to press a kiss to the man's cheek, grinning when the other blushes.

"I was wondering why both of you were up so early, then I realized that it's a weekday and Youngjae has school."

"Yeah." Yoongi clips the lid of the lunchbox. "We have to catch the bus before 6:30 or he'll be late." He laughs. "And the train station is packed since it's Monday."

"Wait, what time does school start?" Jimin asks, a crease appearing between his brows. "And what do you mean catching the bus? Train?"

"School starts at nine." Yoongi tilts his head, wondering. "And, yeah, we usually take the morning bus, but since we moved here +

and your apartment is farther from Youngjae's school, we have to take the subway now."

At that, Jimin closes his eyes and hangs his head low in shame. How could he... not think about it before asking them to move in? Should he buy another apartment around Youngjae's school?

"It's gonna be a two-hour trip from here to the school, hyung," Jimin says, looking at Yoongi as if it's the most absurd idea he heard from him.

"An hour and forty minutes," Yoongi corrects him.

"And you're gonna do it 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 a week."

"Well... yes." Yoongi puts the lunchbox into the bag and says, "Youngjae and I used to walk to his school back in the days when..." He hesitates, as if not wanting to finish his sentence. "When we couldn't afford the bus ride." But then, he smiles. "So this is nothing, Jimin-ah."

Jimin feels a tiny squeeze in his chest. Quietly, he watches his hyung fix Youngjae's bag as if it's the most natural thing in the world, as if he's done it a million times before. Yoongi walks toward the dining table and says, "Come now, son. We have to go."

Drinking the last few gulps of his milk, Youngjae puts the glass down and hops off the chair, his school uniform almost dangling from his small frame as he shrugs on his bag. Yoongi smiles and takes his son's hand, walking toward the door when Youngjae suddenly stops. "Ah."

The little kid glances down at his shoes with a light pout. "Appa," he murmurs, "the left one is broken again."

"Again?" Jimin comes closer to them and watches Yoongi crouch down to inspect Youngjae's shoes.

"The sole is a little worn out, so I glued it." Yoongi winces at the sight of the kid's sock peeking through the small gap. Then, lifting his gaze to the awaiting kid, Yoongi tells him, "Can you still wear it? I'll buy you a new pair. Just give appa until the end of the day."

Jimin stops himself from looking away when Youngjae simply nods and says, "Okay," without a protest, or throwing a tantrum like what kids at his age normally do. And for a moment, Jimin wonders if Youngjae learned to understand their difficult situation at such a young age.

Not because he wanted to, but because he 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to.

Jimin bites back the urge to slap himself for not taking these two out to shop for new clothes and other stuff before he asked them to move in. Really, what was he thinking?

And so, with a frustrated sigh, Jimin says, "Wait." He pulls out his phone and scrolls down his call log before pressing the screen to his right ear. "Hello, Mr. Ho?"

Yoongi rises to his feet, staring at him.

"Can you drive Yoongi and Youngjae to school? Yeah. That one from before. Yeah..."

The elder's lips part as he attempts to step closer. "Jimin-ah, wait."

Ignoring his hyung's protest, Jimin briefly peels the phone away from his ear to glance at the time before resuming the call, "School starts at nine, but can you drop by the nearest department store? Youngjae needs a new pair of shoes. Yeah... Yeah, thanks, Mr. Ho." he hangs up.

Yoongi blinks at him, gaping. "Jimin-ah—"

"Appa." Youngjae tugs at his father's hand, staring up at him with round, hopeful eyes. "I'm getting new shoes?"

"Yes, baby." Jimin ruffles the kid's hair, smiling. "And after school, Papa's gonna buy you all the shoes you want."

A wide, grateful smile blooms on the kid's face before flinging his arms around Jimin's hips. "Thank you, Papa!"

"But if Mr. Ho's driving us," Yoongi asks, reluctant, "who's gonna drive you to work? Jimin-ah, we can just take the bus. Seriously."

"The answer is no, hyung." Jimin bends down to lift Youngjae in his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek and making the young kid giggle. "And I'm not gonna let my kid go to school with those shoes on. Not in a million years."

Yoongi parts his lips, another protest hanging from the tip of his tongue, but before he can speak, Jimin turns around and walks away with Youngjae, smiling as he opens the door to let this adorable kid ride one of the most expensive and comfortable cars in his garage.

🧸

As the sleek black car rolls to a smooth stop outside the school gates, Yoongi exhales quietly to gather himself. The soft hum of the engine fades into the early morning chatter of children and parents milling about, but he remains still for a moment, staring ahead.

With a sigh, he finally pushes the door open and steps out of the vehicle. He turns back to the car, hesitating briefly before reaching inside to gently take his son's small hand. Youngjae looks up at him, his fingers curling trustingly around Yoongi’s.

"Thank you, Mr. Ho," he says, looking over the rolled down window where the driver meets his gaze with a polite nod. "Son, say thank you."

"Thank you, Mr. Ho!" Youngjae bows, making the middle-aged man laugh.

Mr. Ho smiles as he shifts in his seat. "I will be here before school ends."

Yoongi shakes his head, already anticipating the response he’s about to receive. "Ah, no, you don’t have to. We can take the train back."

The driver chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Mr. Park instructed me to do so, Yoongi-ssi. You know how stubborn he can be." Yoongi presses his lips together, his free hand slipping into his pocket as he sighs. He can't... refute that.

Yoongi gives a resigned nod before turning to Youngjae, gently squeezing his tiny hand. "Come on, let’s go." As the sleek black car pulls away from the curb, its polished surface gleaming under the morning sun, Yoongi feels it—the weight of countless eyes on him.

Parents and students alike glance in their direction, some blatantly staring while others murmur among themselves, casting fleeting looks at the luxury vehicle disappearing down the road. Yoongi shifts uncomfortably as his grip tightens slightly around Youngjae’s small hand.

He’s never liked being the center of attention. It’s why he’s always preferred to blend into the background, to move through life unnoticed. So, even after all these years since he first caught Jimin's eyes, Yoongi still wondered how he managed to do it.

Someone so dashing, so kind, so undeniably handsome. Someone who stands at the top. Yoongi has always felt unworthy of Jimin in every way imaginable. He just... doesn't deserve him.

Youngjae, oblivious to the curious stares around them, tugs at his father's hand. “Appa, let’s go,” he says, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes. Yoongi exhales slowly, forcing himself to shake off the discomfort.

He lowers his head slightly and leads his son toward the school entrance, pretending not to notice the lingering whispers that follow them. As they near the classroom, the little boy suddenly perks up, his hand slipping from Yoongi’s as he spots two familiar faces.

"Min-ah! Yejoon!" Youngjae calls out excitedly, dashing toward his friends. The two children, standing beside their teacher, turn at the sound of his voice. Their eyes widen, and they gasp in unison the moment they see him.

"Whoa!" Min-ah exclaims, pointing at Youngjae’s feet. "You have pretty shoes, Yonja!"

"It's Youngjae! Young. Jae. Min-ah is a meanie." The kid puffs out his cheek.

Yejoon bounces on his toes, his expression full of envy. “I want one too!”

The stubborn expression on Youngjae's face shifts into a happy one as he erupts into a fit of giggles, clearly pleased with their reaction. He lifts one foot proudly, wiggling it for them to see. “Right? Papa bought it for me!” he announces with a bright smile.

Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly, and he instinctively steps forward, about to cut in before Youngjae can say anything more. But before he can, a warm voice interrupts the kids' happy group. "Good morning, Mr. Min."

The elder turns to see Youngjae’s teacher, Mrs. Ha, a kind-looking woman with a welcoming smile. She gives him a polite nod before continuing, "I wanted to let you know about Parents’ Day next month."

Yoongi blinks, caught off guard. "Parents' Day?"

“Yes,” she confirms. “It’s a special event where the kids' mom and dad come to participate in activities with them. I’m sure Youngjae will be happy to have you there.”

Yoongi glances down at his son, who is too busy giggling with his friends to notice the conversation.

His chest tightens slightly at the mention of "mom and dad," but he quickly schools his expression, clearing his throat with another nod. "Thank you, Mrs. Ha. I’ll… keep it in mind."

The teacher smiles warmly. “Great. We’ll send out more details soon.”

Yoongi stands still, his hands tucked into his pockets as he watches Youngjae and his friends follow their teacher into the classroom. Their laughter and excited chatter fill the air, blending with the morning buzz of students filing in.

Youngjae glances back just before stepping inside, his bright eyes searching for Yoongi. When their gazes meet, the little boy grins and waves enthusiastically. Yoongi lifts a hand in return, offering a small smile. "Have fun," he calls after his son.

As the classroom door closes behind Youngjae, Yoongi lets out a soft sigh. The schoolyard is quieter now, the chatter of parents and children fading as everyone settles into their routines. But Yoongi remains rooted in place with his thoughts. Should he tell Jimin?

The question lingers, nagging at the back of his mind. It would only be fair to let him know—Youngjae would probably want him there. But at the same time, Yoongi hesitates. Jimin has already done so much for them.

Would telling him about Parents’ Day make it seem like Yoongi's expecting more? Like he's asking for something else? Despite everything that has happened, even if Jimin insists it's all in the past now?

As Yoongi walks away from the school, Jimin’s voice resurfaces in his mind, recalling the same conversation that he's replayed in his head too many times.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨."

Yoongi lets out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head slightly. If only it were that simple.

No matter how much time passes, no matter how many moments they share now, there’s a part of him that refuses to let go of the past.

Of the way he 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 Jimin. Of the things he said. The things he didn’t say when it mattered. The regret sits deep in his bones, a weight that never truly leaves. Jimin may have moved on, may have found a way to be at peace with everything between them, but Yoongi?

He isn’t sure he ever will.

🧸

Jimin sighs as the door to his penthouse closes behind him with a soft click, loosening the tie around his neck as he makes his way to the living room. Work has been hectic these days, and he could really use a day off or two where he can just laze around in bed all day.

"Papa!"

Upon hearing Youngjae's voice, Jimin's lips automatically curve up with a gentle smile. "Hi," he says, throwing the tie over the couch and settling beside the young kid sitting on the carpet in front of the TV. "How's school today?"

"Good!" The kid beams up at him, clutching a red crayon in his hand. "Mrs. Ha made us color a book in class. I got a star! See?" Youngjae shows the back of his left hand to Jimin. "Then, Min-ah and Yejoon-ah ate Appa's rice balls at lunch. They said they were yummy!"

Chuckling at the undeniable happiness on the child's face, Jimin pats his head and says, "Good job, Youngjae-ya. Are you doing your assignment right now?"

"Mhn!" Youngjae nods, his round eyes disappearing into adorable, tiny crescents. "Papa wanna see?"

Jimin takes the book from the five-year-old, smiling when he sees a few purple smudges outside the lines of a drawn whale at the center of the page. "You're doing great," he says, tapping the kid's nose and hearing a small giggle from him. "You'll be an artist in no time."

"Who's going to be an artist?"

Jimin turns at the sound of that low, deep voice, feeling his heart jump when he sees Yoongi approaching them holding a plate of freshly cut apples. "This adorable kid," the younger answers. "I think he takes after you."

An amused breath comes from the elder. "I'm not an artist," he says, placing the plate on the coffee table before taking a seat on the couch. "Youngjae-ya, come and eat your apples."

As the kid reaches over for a slice, Jimin replies, "You're an architect. It's the same."

A fleeting look of hesitation passes over the elder's eyes, but he blinks it away before Jimin manages to catch all of it. "But I'm not one." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was a long time ago."

𝘈𝘩. Jimin shouldn't have brought it up.

It was a slip of the tongue, yet he understands how sensitive the topic is. Yoongi may not speak about it or confide in him, but the elder still loves doing things that have anything to do with architecture. Jimin has seen his hyung’s passion for it.

He was the one who supported his university because he recognized the elder’s skill and talent. He had watched him build scale models and sketch buildings and skyscrapers during his studies.

They were nothing short of magnificent, making Jimin regret not being there until the end. Still, a part of him reassures him that it wasn’t his fault. Because it wasn’t.

Because if 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 unfortunate incident five years ago hadn’t happened, his hyung would have been living his dream as an architect now. But Jimin could never say that—not when the elder is still healing from the deep wounds life has carved into him.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, he tells himself. One day, they’ll talk about it all.

"Appa built me a house made of popsicle sticks!" Youngjae announces. "It was pretty!"

"You did?" Jimin lifts a curious brow at the elder.

"Yeah," Yoongi admits, nodding. "For his fourth birthday."

A gasp falls from the young kid's mouth when the channel flashes an image of Mt. Fuji on the screen. "Appa! Appa, look!" Youngjae tugs his father's sweatpants. "Mount Yooji!"

At that, Jimin laughs. "It's Mt. Fuji."

"That's what I said." Youngjae pouts at Jimin, earning him another laugh from his Papa. Then his sour expression quickly turns into a bright one when he says, "I wanna play in the snow and feed the deer! Appa said Mt. Fuji is made of mochi!"

"Really?" Jimin snorts, throwing the elder a knowing look. Yoongi winces, shaking his head as if to silently plead with Jimin not to correct the kid this time and just play along.

"Yes!" Youngjae opens his arms wide as if drawing a circle in the air. "I want a mountain of mochi! Youngjae wanna go to Cha—to Ja—" he stumbles on the word, "Japan!"

Jimin suppresses a laugh at that. God, this kid is so fucking adorable.

"We can go to Japan when you're older," Yoongi utters, leaning forward to ruffle his son's hair. "When you have a job, you must take Appa there, hm? We'll see Mt. Fuji together."

Jimin’s smile lingers, but there’s a faint ache settling in his chest as he watches the exchange.

Youngjae beams up at his father, eyes wide with excitement at the promise. The boy doesn’t yet understand the weight behind Yoongi’s words—the quiet resignation in his tone, the unspoken barriers that make something as simple as taking his son to Japan +

more complicated than it should be. Jimin sees it, though. He sees the way Yoongi keeps his expression gentle, how he masks the regret behind a soft chuckle as he ruffles Youngjae’s hair. “But that’s so far away,” Youngjae suddenly pouts, scrunching his nose. “I wanna go now.”

Yoongi hums, tilting his head. “Then you have to grow up faster.”

The boy huffs, clearly dissatisfied with the answer, but eventually nods. “Okay! I’ll get a job and take you there, Appa! You too, Papa!”

Jimin lets out a quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “That sounds like a good plan, Youngjae-ya.”

Yoongi meets his gaze for a brief moment, something unreadable passing between them.

Jimin wonders if his hyung knows—if he realizes how much Jimin wishes things were different, that Yoongi could give Youngjae the world without hesitation, without having to think twice. But Jimin doesn’t say it.

Instead, he watches as Yoongi lifts his son to his lap, holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Because he is. And for now, that has to be enough. "What do you want for your birthday?" the elder asks.

"Mochi!" Youngjae immediately answers.

𝘈𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘢𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, Jimin thinks. What gift should he give him? Should he rent out an entire restaurant for the three of them? An amusement park? Or would Youngjae prefer to spend his birthday at school?

Should Jimin just rent an ice cream truck or something?

"Youngjae-ya," he calls the kid. "Don't you want a cake for your birthday? What about a new teddy bear?"

Youngjae shakes his head eagerly. “I already have Teddy! And Appa already gave me cake before. He said he will buy me again when I’m—” He pauses, concentrating as he counts his fingers, then stretches out both hands toward Jimin with a bright grin. “Ten!”

"Ten?" Jimin blinks, surprised by the response. “Why?”

Yoongi exhales softly, ruffling Youngjae’s hair again as if to keep the boy from noticing the shift in the conversation. “Cakes were… a bit out of our budget.”

His voice is casual, almost offhanded, but Jimin doesn’t miss the way Yoongi avoids looking directly at him. Something in Jimin’s chest tightens. He knew things weren’t easy for Yoongi, but hearing it so plainly, especially in front of Youngjae, makes his heart ache.

He glances at the little boy, still grinning, blissfully unaware of the weight behind his father’s words. Jimin swallows. “I see…” He forces a small smile and rises from the carpet to sit beside them on the couch, nudging Youngjae’s cheek playfully.

“Well, then, we better make sure your tenth birthday cake is the best one ever, huh?”

Youngjae gasps, eyes sparkling. “Yes! The biggest one!”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head.

But Jimin catches the brief flicker of emotion in his gaze—gratitude, maybe, or something close to it. And once again, Jimin wishes things could be different. Most kids at Youngjae's age would ask for more—another snack, another toy, another adventure just beyond their reach.

They would beg, plead, whine if they didn’t get their way. But Youngjae… Youngjae never does. He takes 'no' for an answer so easily. He takes what’s given to him and never asks for more, as if he’s already learned that more isn’t always an option.

Jimin swallows, his gaze softening. At his age, Youngjae should be selfish, should be demanding things just because he wants them, not because he thinks he can have them. He should be throwing tantrums over toys, craving sweets just for the fun of it.

Dreaming about places he doesn’t yet understand. But he doesn’t. Because, somehow, at such a young age, Youngjae has already learned to settle.

Jimin doesn't like it.

And so, he takes a breath and smiles, reaching out to poke Youngjae’s cheek. “Hey,” he says gently, “you know you can ask me and your Appa for things, right?”

Youngjae blinks up at him, chewing the apple thoughtfully. “But Papa already gave me a Teddy, and Appa gave me this.”

He holds up his half-eaten snack like it’s proof of everything.

Jimin’s heart twists.

“Yeah,” Jimin murmurs, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t want more.”

Youngjae tilts his head, as if considering his words. Then, after a moment, he grins. “Okay! Then I want…”

He pauses, thinking hard before nodding firmly. “A hug!”

Jimin lets out a breathless laugh, warmth blooming in his chest despite the ache. He pulls Youngjae into his arms, holding him just a little tighter. “Good choice,” he whispers.

Jimin notices the quiet way Yoongi watches them, a small, almost hidden smile playing at his lips. His hyung doesn’t say anything—just sits there, taking in the moment, letting the warmth of it settle around them.

Then, Jimin turns back to Youngjae, still snug in his arms, and tilts his head. “If your Appa only bought you cake once, then what did he get you for Christmas? Or any other special occasion?”

Youngjae’s face brightens instantly. “Mochi! And it was yummy!”

He chuckles, amused by the excitement in the boy’s voice. "Yeah? Where did he buy you mochi?" he asks, thinking of getting a few boxes of it from the same shop that Youngjae seems to love.

The kid hums, his tiny fingers tapping his chin in thought. Then, with a proud grin, he raises three fingers. "7/11! Appa always buys three mochis! He said it's 'I love you.'"

Jimin’s smile falters for just a second. Three mochis. From a convenience store. That’s what Yoongi had given his son on special occasions. It wasn’t much—at least, not by most people’s standards—but to Youngjae, it was enough. It was everything.

Jimin swallows past the sudden tightness in his throat, already making a mental note to buy the kid all the mochi he could ever want. But before he can say anything, small hands reach up and pinch his cheeks. “Papa looks like mochi!” Youngjae declares with a tiny giggle.

Jimin sputters, caught off guard. “Yah—Youngjae-ya!” He tries to pry the boy’s hands away, but Youngjae only laughs harder, eyes twinkling with mischief.

From the side, Yoongi finally breaks his silence with a chuckle, shaking his head. “Well, he’s not wrong,” he muses, leaning back against the couch. “You’re soft, Jimin-ah.”

Jimin shoots him a playful glare, but there’s no real heat behind it. Instead, he lets Youngjae continue his assault, because if it makes the kid happy—if it makes him laugh like this—then really, Jimin doesn’t mind one bit.

When Youngjae eventually tires himself out from giggling, letting go of Jimin’s cheeks and slumping against his chest, he pulls back just enough to meet the little kid's gaze. “Tell you what,” he says, brushing a stray strand of hair from the boy’s forehead.

“I’ll buy you the best mochi in the world. And on your birthday, we’ll go see Mt. Fuji and feed those deer you saw on TV.”

Youngjae blinks, processing the words. Then his eyes widen, lighting up like fireworks. “Really?!”

Jimin grins. “Really.”

But before Youngjae can get too excited, Yoongi shifts beside them, brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, Jimin-ah,” he says slowly, looking between them. “What do you mean by that?”

Jimin turns to him, lips curving into a proud smile. “What’s the use of my private jet if I can’t use it with my family on special occasions?”

🧸

"Kookie, look!" Youngjae exclaims, tugging the other boy's hand as he drags him toward an empty seat. Climbing onto it, he eagerly taps the glass. "We're so high up!"

Jungkook’s grin stretches wide as he scrambles up beside him, pressing his face against the window.

"Whoa, clouds!" Then, he spins around to Seokjin, who sits beside Jimin on the opposite side of the private jet. "Papa, look! Clouds!"

"Yes, baby." Jin laughs, drinking a glass of champagne. "Can you find a unicorn for me?"

Jimin watches as Jungkook’s eyes grow wide as excitement lights up his face. The little boy practically vibrates in his seat, turning to Youngjae with a determined nod. "Let's find a unicorn, Youngjae-ya!" he says, as if accepting the most important mission of his life.

Youngjae, always quick to follow, immediately climbs down from the seat and makes his way across the private jet to his father. He toddles straight to Yoongi, who is lounging nearby and watching over the two kids.

Without hesitation, Youngjae clambers onto his lap and grabs a fistful of his shirt. "Appa!" he announces loudly, making Yoongi blink down at him. "Uncle Jin said to find a unicorn!"

Jimin bites his lip to hold back a laugh, watching the way Yoongi’s expression shifts from confusion to mild amusement.

Jungkook gasps. "Hey, not fair!" He scrambles down from the seat, huffing as he stomps toward his own dad.

With the same determination, he climbs onto Namjoon's lap, gripping his shoulders for emphasis. "Daddy, help me too!" Namjoon, who had been reading a book, barely has time to react before Jungkook settles himself against his chest, staring up at him with wide, expectant eyes.

The corners of Namjoon’s lips twitch in amusement as he sets his book aside.

Jimin chuckles again. "Those kids are really something else."

Jin shakes his head, smirking as he watches the spectacle. “They just don’t get drained of energy.”

His older brother sinks deeper into his plush seat with a satisfied sigh, swirling his champagne. “It’s been years since I rode this jet. Or any plane, actually.”

Jimin leans back, arms crossed, giving him a knowing look.

“If you didn’t piss off Dad, you’d still have this thing with you.”

Jin snorts, taking a sip from his glass. “Yeah, well, I don’t regret anything.”

Silence stretches between them—not awkward, but thoughtful. Jin follows Jimin’s gaze and sees where it’s settled: on Yoongi, who is holding Youngjae steady on his lap, his large hands careful and sure. Jimin’s lips curve into a soft, almost absentminded smile, +

his eyes tracing the easy way Yoongi adjusts the child, how Youngjae beams up at him as if he holds the world. At this, Jin hums, tipping his glass toward him. “You look happy.”

Jimin doesn’t deny it, just tilts his head slightly as he continues watching them.

Jin swirls his drink again, this time more lazily. "I wanna say, I hope this second chance is worth the risk," he muses, a teasing lilt to his voice. Then, after a beat, he smirks. "'Cause a part of me kinda wants to see that disappointed look in Dad’s eyes one more time."

Jimin huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you still love me.” Jin grins, knocking his glass lightly against Jimin’s arm before taking another sip.

The younger rolls his eyes with an amused smile.

Jimin idly taps his fingers against the armrest as he watches Namjoon laugh at something Jungkook says, his deep dimples appearing with his smile. Across from them, Yoongi lifts Youngjae a little higher, letting him point eagerly at the sky with wide eyes and flailing hands +

as he describes an imaginary unicorn-shaped cloud. The sight fills Jimin’s heart with warmth, a quiet reminder that this moment is one of peace and simple joy, a luxury he didn't have five years ago.

Then, his thoughts drift, and he exhales, turning to Jin with a raised brow. “Remind me again how you got our father to agree with you dating Namjoon-hyung?”

Jin nearly chokes on his champagne before bursting into laughter, loud and unapologetic.

He wipes at the corner of his eye, still grinning. "Oh, that? Easy." He leans in slightly, lowering his voice like he’s about to share some grand secret. "I told him I’d release a scandal video starring my glorious ass if he didn’t back off."

Jimin blinks. “You what?!”

Jin waves a hand dismissively, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Unlike you, I don’t actually care about the company. I can live without it. I may be the eldest, but I wasn’t born for corporate or all that luxury.”

Leaning back in his seat, he continues, “And it's nothing too crazy, just something bad enough to make the stocks plummet. You should’ve seen his face—went from ‘overbearing CEO’ to ‘full-blown panic mode’ in under five seconds.”

Jimin gapes at him before shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re actually insane.”

Jin shrugs, sipping his champagne with a smug smile. “And yet, it worked.”

Pouring himself a glass, Jimin settles back and watches the golden liquid catch the cabin lights as the hum of the private jet surrounds them. Across from him, Jin lounges comfortably with one arm draped over the seat, humming as if he doesn't have any care in the world.

It’s hard to believe sometimes that his older brother, once the heir to their father’s empire, now punches in at a nine-to-five job like any regular salaryman.

At the thought, Jimin sighs, shaking his head. “I still can’t believe you actually went through with it.”

His older brother shrugs. “A small price to pay for my freedom. Besides, I’d rather push papers at Namjoon’s workplace than have Dad breathing down my neck every second.” He takes a slow sip of his champagne before adding, +

“It was the only way to make him leave me alone—hand over my legal right to inherit and walk away clean.”

Jimin’s grip tightens around his glass. “Yeah, and now he’s set his sights on me.”

Jin winces. “I know.” He tilts his head back against the seat, his smirk fading. “Sorry, Chim. This is why Dad’s pressuring you so much. I was selfish.”

Jimin scoffs, though there’s no real bite to it. “You? Selfish? No way. You did what you had to do.”

"Hm, yeah." Jin leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “The company's stocks still took a hit when I came out with Namjoon, but Dad handled it. The company bounced back.” He gestures vaguely with a light snort. “Still better than releasing a scandal vid.”

Jimin shakes his head with a chuckle, but the humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He knows their father too well. Because Jin successfully slipped free from him, all that pressure has landed squarely on Jimin’s shoulders.

And with Jungkook in the picture, things have only gotten more complicated.

Technically, as Jin’s adopted son, Jungkook should be next in line. But since Jin willingly gave up his inheritance, their father refuses to acknowledge Jungkook’s claim, +

no matter how many times Jimin argues that the adoption makes it legally binding. Their father won’t allow it. And their mother, despite her more accepting disposition, isn’t exactly on Jimin’s side either.

The younger exhales, pressing his fingers to his temple. “You really don’t regret it?”

Jin clinks his glass against Jimin’s and leans back with a self-satisfied smirk, completely at ease. “Not for a second.”

🧸

As they reach the top of the pagoda’s stairs, a breathtaking view of Mount Fuji stretches before them, its snow-capped peak glowing softly under the afternoon sun. Youngjae’s small hand tightens around Jungkook’s as he gasps in awe.

His wide eyes sparkle as he takes in the sight, his excitement bubbling over. “Wow! So big!” he exclaims, bouncing on his feet. Then, suddenly, he turns to the other boy beside him. “I wish Tae-Tae was here!"

Jungkook tilts his head curiously. “Who’s Tae-Tae?”

“My friend!” Youngjae declares proudly. “I will let you say hi next time!”

Jungkook pouts a little but nods seriously. “Okay. But only if I get to play, too.”

Youngjae beams, nodding eagerly. “Of course!”

Jimin barely has a moment to react before Youngjae comes barreling toward him, tiny arms stretched high above his head in a clear request to be picked up. With a soft laugh, Jimin scoops him up effortlessly.