@taesaus: yoonminau ☆ — the good parts...

yoonminau ☆ — the good parts

at the height of his career min yoongi announces an indefinite hiatus. The public doesn’t understand until his rumored model ex boyfriend jimin is spotted for the first time in two years with a toddler sporting the rapper’s eyes holding his hand

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☆ exes to lovers, mutual pining, secret child, secret relationship
☆ model jimin, idol yoongi
☆ the lightest angst, fluff, kidfic, misunderstandings and miscommunication
☆ yoonmin endgame

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debut, feb 2024 ♡

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Jung Hoseok: Agust D’s manager

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Jeon Jungkook: Nanny Jeykeyy

- Jimin’s Cousin & Yeonwoo’s nanny

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Kim Namjoon: RM

- Solo idol rapper, best friends with Hoseok, Seokjin & Yoongi

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Kim Seokjin: RM’s manager

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Kim Taehyung: Professional Hoseok Lover

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- see you february 16, 12 KST ☆

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☆ ignore timestamps for the most part
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☆ less angst than my previous fics
☆ discussion of mpreg but not heavy focus
☆ all tags subject to edits
☆ if you want to use a tag: #ymtgp or #tgp

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☆ timeline ☆

yoonmin previous relationship: 4 years, 2017-2021
jimin gone: ~ nov. 2021 - jan 2024
current time period: 2024

☆ okay, besties here we go ☆

The news hits one week after Yoongi returns from his second headlining tour in two years. It starts with a text. Yoongi’s in the studio, fingers strumming his guitar as he thinks of a new hook for the song he’s working on. It’s not his song so the work is harder, more important.

His phone buzzes three times, bringing him out of his thoughts. He reaches forward, tapping the screen. He drops his guitar.

𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞

jimin - yoongi

He hasn’t had that notification in 2 years. It takes him 30 minutes to work up the courage to open it. What the hell could it say anyway? Or maybe it was an accident? Maybe it wasn’t even him, someone else had his old number and texted him? That probably can’t even happen.

He drops his phone on top of the fallen guitar. Holy fucking shit.

Hoseok is the first person he tells.

Not because he’s his manager, not because there’s going to have to be press releases and interviews and cancellations and—he tells Hoseok first because when he discovered he was gay at 7 Hoseok just shrugged and asked him if he still wanted the other half of his tangerine.

When he reminded him again at 12 Hoseok asked him which kdrama celebrity he thought was the cutest. He agreed that Rain was superior to Ryu Soo-young. At thirteen when he kissed Seojun on the playground when he was out past streetlight times, he ran home and called Hoseok.

Through chewing food and a slurping straw he made him tell him how wet another boy’s mouth was.

Hoseok is gay too, but that part doesn’t matter.

The point is, Hoseok has never judged him, not a day in his life. Not even at his worst. Not even after Jimin left him.

“A child?” He asks, looking at the picture on the phone screen. Neither of their faces can be seen so Yoongi can’t tell if he has Jimin’s nose or his. He hopes it’s Jimin’s, cute and round, wide sloped.

“A toddler,” Yoongi says. “He’s probably almost 2 already?”

“When was he born?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you know he’s yours?” He asks honestly, no malice meant.

“I just know.”

He nods. “Alright. What do you need?”

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair.

It’s long again, like it was when they were together. “I need to finish this song for Ji-eun.” He looks at the computer in front of him. “Can you clear my schedule for the afternoon?”

“You’ve got dinner with Joon tonight, 8pm.”

“I’ll text and cancel.”

Hoseok’s normally positive features turn into a scowl. “You’re not canceling on our best friend. Just work until then, I’ll come get you.”

Yoongi nods again. His brain is already switching into work mode, changing into his music persona.

He’s gotten good at blocking things out over the last few years for the sake of work. “Not a second later.”

yoongi - jimin

The dispatch article hits that afternoon. His name is whispered around online, but he’s also just won an award so he attributes the “Congratulations Agust D” to the award and not the child.

He sends a quick message out to his fans to, ignoring the noise.

He fucking hopes they’re not congratulating them on the child. Though it’s something to be congratulated on. A child. His child. Jimin’s child. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 child.

He thinks about calling his mom but she’ll be confused and maybe disappointed or upset that she missed out on so many things. She’ll be smothering and ask him about his feelings and what he’s going to do from here. So he doesn’t text his mom.

He plays with the mixes and counts down the minutes until Namjoon texts him to finally get dinner.

yoongi - jimin

Yoongi meets Jimin at one of their secret places a week later. He hasn’t been to this secluded coffee shop in twenty-seven months, but the air still smells the same. The coffee is a little too burnt, a little too acidic.

He can still picture Jimin sitting across from him, glasses on and cap pulled low. His hair was blond back then, strawberry streaks throughout. They matched the color of his lips that curved into a smile as he held his hand underneath the table.

Yoongi didn’t like the place, but Jimin loved it. Yoongi tolerated anything Jimin loved.

His hair is dark now, his natural color. He’s still got on sunglasses and a black cap. But strands of deep chocolate locks keep escaping out as he fidgets.

It’s longer than it was back then.

“How are you?”

It’s such a loaded question. How can someone be who left you high and dry after having months and months of plans together, a future that you were looking forward to? How can someone be who’s raised your child, their child ?

a child alone for the last… “How old is he?”

He’s done the math already, but he needs Jimin to confirm it. How long has he kept him a secret? That’s what he’s really asking.

Jimin hasn’t looked at Yoongi once since they arrived.

He keeps tracing the wet rings on the table his plastic cup is making because he can’t figure out which spot to keep it in. But at the mention of his son, their son…his head snaps up.

“He was born June 13th, he’s eighteen months old.”

Eighteen months.

Fuck. Do eighteen month old’s walk? He should ask his brother. Lin would be a year old soon and she wasn’t walking yet. Yoongi just nods. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say. Jimin’s the one who called him here.

Jimin sighs. He opens his mouth and shuts it again.

His shoulders drop and Yoongi watches him close in on himself.

He’d always been so attracted to his confidence, how his attention commanded a room. He’d learned to love and respect his vulnerability.

“Jimin—” his name hurts, it’s been a forbidden word for ages.

“Just start talking,” he tries to say it gently.

Jimin swallows. “My company is trying to sue me for breach of contract,” he takes a drink from the overly sweet coffee he’s always ordered. Yoongi tried it once and almost gagged.

But when the sweet cream coats his upper lip he’s transported back in times of rolling his eyes and reaching forward to wipe it off, asking Jimin if he’d ever grow a mustache. Yoongi tasted it from Jimin’s lips with his own tongue.

Jimin’s sweater paw moves up to clean it.

“Breach of contract?”

“The story was about to break,” he sighs. “When I left, I just said it was a hiatus, that I’d return. But I tried to get out of it.

I tried everything I could,” the reminder of the battles he faced, his belly round, about to pop and up to the brim with stress and anxiety flood in.

He shakes his head, “but their lawyers came and said they’d take everything I earned plus the loss of me not finishing the contract.”

Yoongi remembers when Jimin signed his second contract with the company, right before he left. “You’re sure?” he’d questioned him so many times.

The management label was fine. He pretty much got whatever he wanted, had choice in his endorsement deals and his schedules weren’t too heavy. Until the second contract.

The moment he signed it seemed as though things picked up.

They continued to tell him it was because of his level of fame. “Everyone wants Park Jimin,” Sungwoon would tease him.

“How many years do you have?”

“Three and a half,” Jimin sighs.

“I was going to ask to be transferred to another branch, some other country, but they want me here in Seoul.”

Yoongi feels annoyance fester in him so he responds without thinking. “Was I really that horrible that you had to get away from me? To keep my son from me, forever?”

Jimin sniffs. “I did what I thought was best for all of us,” he doesn’t look apologetic or frustrated, just tired.

“So are you here for money? Do we need to arrange some sort of child support for–” Yoongi pauses, realizing he doesn’t even know his son’s own name.

He pushes the coffee in front of him to the side, suddenly unable to indulge.

“Yeonwoo,” Jimin says. “Min Yeonwoo,'' there is a ghost of a smile on his lips as he says the name. “He looks just like you.” Yoongi feels like someone has punched him in the gut. .

“And no, Yoongi,” he looks up and glares at him. “I don’t need your money, I don’t w-want your money.”

He traces the water again, eyes looking out onto the empty street. This neighborhood really is so secluded.

Yoongi didn’t realize how much he missed the quiet of this space, this tiny world that they’d made their own, where they weren’t Agust D and Park Jimin. Just Yoongi and Just Jimin who were just so in love. “Then what do you want?”

Jimin looks back to him.

“I didn’t want to tiptoe around town, try to hide him while I’m forced to finish out these three years. I wanted you to find out from me. I want Yeonwoo to know you. I w-want you to know him.”

Yoongi has never raised his voice unless it was for a trap beat or on stage.

He doesn’t allow himself to get angry outside of the studio or the recording booth. But he’s angry now. Livid actually. “That sounds two years too fucking late.”

Jimin swallows. “I know. I can say it was me not you but we both know that doesn’t mean anything.

I can’t change the decision—I wouldn’t change the decision, but we can try to move forward.”

His phone starts buzzing. It’s his producer confirming their slot. They have a session in forty minutes and he’s a twenty-minute drive away.

He can see his bodyguard standing outside the car door now, ready to leave whenever Yoongi is.

“I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling me,” Yoongi says.

Jimin starts chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. “I’m going to be busy.

Too busy–,” he sighs, obviously trying to hold himself together, “Yeonwoo doesn’t do well without me for long periods of time. He’s—attached. Your schedule will be more flexible than mine so I figured that maybe,” he pauses.

“Where is he right now..Yeonwoo?” It’s such a nice name, it hurts that Yoongi’s saying it and his song is quite literally a stranger.

“He’s with his nanny Jungkook.”

“Your cousin?” Yoongi had met Jungkook once, early on in their relationship.

He lived back in Busan with Jimin’s family.

Jimin nods. “He agreed to watch Yeonwoo, but he’s also going to college. I’m paying for his college and—” Jimin just keeps fidgeting, the anxiety so physically present in him. Yoongi never remembers him being this nervous.

“He won’t be available all the time and I just thought that maybe—” he looks back up at Yoongi with only desperation in his eyes. “Would you please spend some time with him?”

Yoongi sighs. On his way here Hoseok prepped him in the backseat.

It’s about him, not you, not Jimin, it’s about your son. So his initial response to say no would only be to spite Jimin. But he’s already missed out on so much time, almost two years of time. So there isn’t any other word than “yes” that makes sense. “We’ll work out a schedule.”

Jimin’s body physically relaxes, shoulders dropping, eyes going a bit lighter. “Oh, Yoongi, thank you so much. You don’t understand how much this will help me—”

“I’m not doing this to help you,” Yoongi says. Jimin might feel better, relaxed, relieved, but he doesn’t.

“I’m doing this to spend the time I should have gotten all along.”

“I understand,” Jimin nods quietly, recoiling.

Yoongi starts to gather his things, signaling to the guard at the door that he’s ready to leave. He’s barely touched his coffee.

“Wait,” Jimin looks around.

“Don’t you want to talk? Don’t you want to know—I don’t know, everything?”

They never used to fight when they were together. Jimin might have been the only person on earth who didn’t annoy Yoongi, especially in those early stages of angst and anger and rage in his career.

His nostrils flare now. “I have a session to get to. There’s nothing you could say to me that would make sense why you’d hide my son from me for two years without every single word being painted in selfishness.”

Jimin swallows. “Hyung—”

“Let’s speak formally,” Yoongi suggests, “we’re pretty much strangers again, anyway.” He stands and slips his phone in his pocket. “Have your manager get in contact with Hoseok for us to coordinate schedules. I’m going to take some time off so things will open up.

I’d like to meet my son sometime this week, if that’s okay with you.”

There’s hurt all over his features but Yoongi can’t find it in himself to feel bad.

When Jimin’s phone lights, signaling a text message, his lock screen is of the most gorgeous child he’s ever seen, and his eyes are the exact ones Yoongi sees in the mirror each morning. Jimin follows his eyes to the screen. There’s regret in his features. “Of course.

I’d love that–he’d love that.”

“Does he even know who I am?” Yoongi asks one final question. “Or does he just think I abandoned him?” Do eighteen month olds under the concept of other parents?

Jimin’s answer breaks his heart more than he could have imagined.

“Of course he knows who you are. We’ve talked about his Appa Yoongi every single day. I’ve never kept you a secret from him.”

“No. Just him from me,” his bodyguard is antsy at the door. He gives Jimin one last look. “Goodbye Jimin. Hoseok will be in touch.”

yoongi - hoseok

It took him all of the drive to the company to decide. After he and Yijeong finished the hook, he sat in his studio, unable to write a single thing. His next album wasn’t due out for over a year. He’d finished his features. His tour had just ended.

Now was the perfect time to take time off. A year at least. A year would never make up for the eighteen months he missed, but a year would feel like something. He thought about his own company, would they punish him?

He’d practically built Red Door Records from the ground.

They’d be nothing without him and the other artists that signed because of his success. He could add a year to the end of his current contract. It wasn’t like he wanted to leave his career.

He just needs….time.

His phone buzzes.

jimin - yoongi

He looks at the picture attached. He’s so beautiful it hurts. His hair is the same shade that Yoongi’s was when he was a child. That’s about the only part of himself he sees other than his eyes.

He’s got tiny freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose that is an exact copy of Jimin’s. He’s smiling so sweetly at the camera. Yoongi responds back immediately.

yoongi - jimin

Hoseok transitions between sitting and standing. “You’re going to give me a heart attack,” he clutches at his chest. “When I agreed to be your manager I assumed it would be easy. You love music so much, you’d never fuck up. No scandals to deal with, no messes.

Well I guess the partying, but every celebrity parties— other than when you started dating Jimin of course,” he’s pacing. “Jimin,” he rolls his eyes.

Yoongi is still sitting in his chair, just nodding along. He expected this reaction. A hiatus isn’t good. It’s going to cause unnecessary alarm. It’s going to make people think he’s quitting, but he’s not. He’s going to come back.

There’s just something more important he needs to do for a while. “Hoba,” Yoongi says, he’s still mumbling, “Hoba!” he freezes. For a moment they’re eighteen again and Yoongi is telling him that he’s not going to college, that he’s been accepted as a trainee for a new company.

Hoseok had supported him then, even though it almost ran Yoongi into the ground. He takes a deep breath. And he’ll still support him now. “I’ll pull a press conference together. No questions, the journalists we like.

I’ll get your secretary to write a letter to the execs, it has to go out today.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi dips his head. He pulls out his phone and flashes the picture at him. “Look at his eyes.”

Hoseok squints. He smiles and shakes his head. “Yeah, I’ll get started right now.”

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Hoseok’s sitting with him in the car on the way to the company. His manager looks at him. “Yoongi-hyung, 5 minutes out. We can still cancel. You don’t have to do this.”

Yoongi shakes his head. “That’s my kid, Hoba. I’m doing this. I’m announcing a hiatus.”

“I know, Hyung.

I’d be a bad manager if I didn’t say anything at all. I’d be a worse friend if I didn’t understand. I do.” He twists the ring on his finger. He’s been engaged for the last six months and hasn’t had a moment to plan the wedding because his whole life revolves around Yoongi.

This will be good for him too. He’ll finally get to dedicate time to Taehyung.

Yoongi’s nervous. He was up all night thinking about what he was going to say. Will his fans stick by him if he’s away for a year? He hopes so.

It took two hours of negotiations with the CEO and CFO yesterday afternoon and they couldn’t agree for Yoongi to say it was because he had a child.

“Jimin’s company has reached out to us to put a stop on you claiming his son.

His lawyer would like to keep this out of the spotlight for a while. As do yours,” Hoseok said before they went in.

That made sense. When they were texting Jimin had tried to explain that he did it because he didn’t want Yeonwoo to grow up like he had.

He came from a family of idols, his whole life in the public eye. Not wanting that for his son was understandable. But keeping him from Yoongi wasn’t.

There’s so many cameras flashing. They said no questions but the journalists are trying anyway, firing them at Yoongi from their seats. They’re in one of the press rooms at the label’s large building.

Yoongi’s sat here dozens of times, announcing albums and tours and partnerships with other people. Five years ago he announced that he was committed to someone and that the songs the world would see would be about him.

He didn’t say Jimin’s name, but everyone knew who he was talking about. They’d been seen together over the years, whispers about their relationship never really died down.

Not until Jimin left anyway. Whispers about the breakup were even worse.

He’s not going to claim Yeonwoo as his son, but the world will know about him. Jimin was spotted leaving the airport with him the other day. Jimin uploaded his first official picture of the two on instagram just last night.

Yoongi stared at it for hours, looking at every detail that he could.

He gets a cue from Hoseok in the back that they’re live and ready to roll. Yoongi slips the dark glasses off of his face, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath before speaking.

He leans forward in the mic and bows. “Hello, I’m Agust D,” he says just as he has for the past seven years, “but today I’m here as Min Yoongi to announce that I’m going on hiatus and pausing all activities for the next year.”

The reporters go silent.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

The articles are brutal. The tabloids spin the story in every which way. Somehow, Jimin isn’t mentioned directly. But in a few there’s an underlying sense that they think it’s timely the model has returned to town, child in tow, and Yoongi announces a hiatus.

Even western media picks the story up. He spends the rest of the day holed up in the studio because he might be pausing activities but he’s not quitting music. His hands plunk at the keys.

Jimin’s text startles him.

He doesn’t know if he’ll get used to seeing his name on the other side of his messages again. He can’t bring himself to change the contact.

yoongi - jimin

☆ ig ☆

They meet at a park the following morning. Yoongi’s phone is still going off non-stop. He silences it and slips it in his back pocket. He might be on hiatus, but his bodyguards still hover nearby at the park.

He arrived first, an iced coffee in hand.

He’s barely awake, but not for lack of trying. He hasn’t been able to sleep for days. He sips up the cool liquid and reminds himself to take a breath. He’s just meeting…the most important person in his life.

His phone buzzes again and it’s Hoseok checking to see how things are. He’s been hovering more lately, Seokjin too. Yoongi was surprised when he reached out. Of course it was to gloat that he obviously was the better manager since Namjoon was remaining active.

But then he asked Yoongi if everything was okay and if he wanted to come over and drink. He did, but he figured sleep deprived and hungover probably wasn’t the best way to meet your son. Though, he didn’t know what state someone was supposed to meet their secret son in.

His bodyguards shift at the entrance of the private park. He hears the pair before he sees them. “Wing!” a tiny voice bursts with excitement. His heart gives a thick thump. Yoongi looks up from behind sunglasses even though it’s January and the sun isn’t really out.

Bundled in a brown coat, matching scarf and hat, a toddler is dragging Jimin towards the playground where the swings are. Thankfully, the snow from the past week has cleared off the structure and only a bit remains on the ground.

Jimin, looking exasperated pauses, crouching down. He tugs the toddler closer to him. His voice comes out so gently.

“Yeonwoo, remember Appa said we were meeting someone so important today?” It’s like he suddenly realizes that he and Jimin are not the only two people in the world. Jimin’s old bodyguards join Yoongi’s at the gate.

They greet each other and fall into step as if the years have meant nothing.

The same cannot be said for he and Jimin.

When he turns, cheeks looking chubby and full from the strings tied under his chin to keep his hat on, Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat.

It’s his eyes again, trained on him, wide and wondering. He cocks his head to the side, eyebrows expressive. Recognition runs over his features but follows with confusion.

The recognition comes back when Yoongi removes the black mask and sunglasses from his face, still worried that someone might find them here, but knowing that the toddler won’t react kindly to someone whose face is entirely covered.

His little mouth that is small like his, but lips full like Jimin’s, turns into a circle. It drops and then a full gummy smile, with the tiniest teeth fills up his face.

He’s still clutching Jimin’s hand, no plans on moving from where they’re standing.

Yoongi hasn’t risen from the bench either, but he’s scooted to the edge. “Adust D” he gives a tiny toddler whispers.

Jimin looks at Yeonwoo. “Baby, say hi to Yoongi.”

He looks at Jimin as if to ask for extra permission even though he told him to do so.

His little face turns back to Yoongi and his tiny hand goes up, waving once. “Hi,” his voice is so small. He even bows forward a bit, almost falling forward for how bundled up Jimin has him. Jimin laughs and rights him.

Yoongi can’t speak but waves back.

“He really loves the swings and it’s been too cold lately, do you mind—”

Yoongi stands, gesturing to the path to the swings. Yeonwoo lets go of Jimin’s hand, looks back to make sure they’re following him, before running over to the small swing set.

He waits patiently next to the swing, putting his stubby arms in the sky to reach for Jimin. “Up, up!” he bounces happily.

Jimin bends, making many noises like lifting him is the hardest thing ever.

The toddler giggles as he is placed in the baby swing, his dangling feet kicking happily. He’s much smaller than Yoongi imagined. Jimin grips the chains, pulling Yeonwoo close to him. He kisses his cheek once, before letting the swing go, propelling it away from him.

Yoongi gasps as he goes flying backward, looking much too far away to be deemed safe. But Yeonwoo squeals, the strings of his hat flying with him, his hands gripping the front of the swing tightly. “Yee!” he yells happily, loving when Jimin pushes him a little more.

“When he was really little, right after he was born he wasn’t happy unless he was being held or swaying in his swing. I’m not surprised he grew up to love them so much,” Jimin says as if it’s the most normal detail in the world.

Yoongi soaks up every tiny piece of information that’s offered. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and watches Yeonwoo quietly for a bit. He’s never around children much. His hyung and sister and law have a daughter, but she’s younger than Yeonwoo, just a year.

They live back in his hometown so he doesn’t see them much.

Believe it or not, the studio doesn’t have many children in it. He’s not sure how to act. He pulls out his phone.

“Yeonwoo, can Yoongi push you? Appa’s arms are getting so tired,” Jimin fakes fatigue. Yeonwoo looks at him, thinking about it for a moment before directing his attention to the only other adult in front of him.

Yoongi stuffs the phone back in and stands in front of the swing where Yeonwoo has stopped moving. “H-how do I–?”

“Just reach out and push backwards gently. He likes to go high, but it’s a bit cold to go that fast.”

His arms extend forward and Yeonwoo is practically shivering with anticipation. “Push!” he gasps as Yoongi’s hands make contact with the swing. He shoves gently and Yeonwoo squeals again, though he barely goes half the distance Jimin sent him.

Jimin laughs with a gloved hand over his mouth. “You can go a bit more, he won’t fall out.”

His next push is harder than before which earns him the kind of giggles that make him ache in a way he’s never felt before. He’s cried on stage in front of thousands of people.

He’s missed Jimin every night for the last two years, never growing used to the empty space in his bed. But nothing prepares him for the tight squeeze as Yeonwoo claps his hands together begging “Push, push, push!!” His smile only pointed in Yoongi’s direction.

“What did I ever do to make you keep him from me?” It’s out of his mouth without a thought.

Jimin just blinks. “You didn’t do anything. I just didn’t want to force you to be ready.”

“When did you find out?”

“A week before the tour,” Jimin says, looking at Yeonwoo.

yoongi - jimin , jimin - jungkook

He keeps his features neutral, but the words are hard coming out.

“The same day you left?” Yoongi almost laughs, but Yeonwoo is slowing down again. His feet kick and his little ‘push’ comes out again, never tiring of the swing. Yoongi pushes him again, arranging his face into a smile until he turns back to Jimin.

“It took you no time to decide.”

“It took me no time to choose Yeonwoo. It wouldn’t have been fair to you then, it wouldn’t have been fair to him.”

“But I would have put everything on hold–I would have been there for you.”

Jimin nods. “I know.

"I knew it then too, that’s why I left.”

They don’t finish their conversation. Yeonwoo whines to get down and Yoongi pauses, looking to Jimin to see who will lift him. Yoongi’s closest, so without hesitation the toddler reaches out with tiny mittens in his direction.

“Ow,” he furrows his brow and tries again, “out.” he smiles gently, pleased with himself.

Yoongi’s hands go under his arms, lifting him out. He expects Yeonwoo to wriggle towards the ground like most young children. But he doesn’t.

He’s shivering a bit, the chill of the January morning obviously getting to him even through all of the layers. His arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck and he tugs hard, burying his face in Yoongi’s thick coat. A tiny, happy hum threatens to shatter what’s left of his weak heart.

He looks at Jimin. “So let’s talk about a schedule.”

jimin - yoongi

jimin - yoongi

Yoongi didn't like the idea of "watching" Yeonwoo, but he didn't want to fight. So instead he put his phone away, turned on some music and poured himself a drink.,

He dreamt of little giggles that night.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Jimin thought it would be nice for Yoongi to ease into spending time with Yeonwoo. Yoongi had to bite his tongue, because who the hell eased into surprise parenthood.

“Jungkook doesn’t start classes until next week so he’s at our place all day with Yeonwoo. Just head over.”

Yoongi had only met Jungkook once early on in their relationship. Jimin would talk to and about his cousin all the time, but to Yoongi he was like a children’s book character in the story of Jimin’s life.

As he opened the door, hair in a sprouting ponytail and paint smeared across his cheek, Yoongi thought he might not be far off.

He grinned though, akin to a bunny with wide front teeth and quite the scrunch of his nose. “Ah! Agust D-ssi,” he bowed, stepping aside to let him in.

“Yoongi is fine,” he said awkwardly.

“Yoongi-ssi,” he corrected politely. “Come in! We’re hurt finishing up our morning art sesh and are about to have a snack.”

Yoongi takes off his shoes and slides into a pair of slippers.

The apartment Jimin lived in when they were together is not too far from here. He has to pass the building before getting to this one. But his new place is clearly larger, more family like, signs of a child everywhere.

He tries not to gawk at all of the photos as Jungkook leads him down the hall into the main part of the extravagant penthouse.

There are still boxes all over the place as if they haven’t quite finished unpacking.

It’s only been a week since they came back so he doesn’t blame them. He spots Yeonwoo at a toddler sized wooden table, fingers covered in several colors as he paints more of the table than the paper in front of him.

“Woo-bear look, we have a visitor!”

He tries not to let the word visitor coil his stomach. A visitor in his son’s life.

Yeonwoo’s round eyes look up from the paints. That same recognition from the day before passes over his features. He knows him…but he doesn’t.

He gives Yoongi a shy smile before climbing down rather clumsily from the small chair and scrambling over to Jungkook, who he clings to. His black joggers are decorated with the greens and blues from his messy little fingers.

Yoongi grimaces but Jungkook just shrugs.

“It’s all washable. Come on, Woo-bear, let’s clean up and show Yoongi-ssi around our new place.” The toddler is up in his arms clinging to his shirt, clearly still weary of this stranger he shares features and dna with.

Yoongi didn’t know clean up would mean the both of them stripping down to their underwear to change into something else. But Jungkook was completely unphased as he whipped his t-shirt off and pulled down his joggers.

Yeonwoo giggles and toddles away from Jungkook, trying to escape the idea of clothing.

Yoongi performed on stage in front of thousands of people, a new city every week. But he’s never felt more out of place here.

The two return to the living room after more giggles and a bit of noise. Yoongi is just standing by the window, looking out at the skyline. There’s light snow on the ground again, but he assumes it will be gone by the weekend.

“We’re about to have a snack are you hungry?” Jungkook asks.

Yoongi shrugs. He’s always been a light eater but his appetite lately has been essentially nonexistent. “Sure. Yeonwoo, what's your favorite snack?” It seems like a simple enough question to start to get to know him.

He’s still standing next to Jungkook, hugging just above his knee. He looks at Yoongi, looks at Jungkook as if getting permission to answer. He furrows his brow.

“Do you like goldfish?” Yoongi asks, spotting a box on the counter.

Significantly more shy than the day before, Yeonwoo just nods and clings to Jungkook a little tighter. But he again whispers, “Snack, please,” each syllable cute and mispronounced.

Jungkook grins. “C’mon, buddy. Let’s get a snack with Yoongi.”

Yoongi quickly learns that Yeonwoo might get his shyness from his dads and his cousin. Jungkook is also mostly quiet as they munch on fish and water at the island. Yeonwoo has a floating highchair screwed into the counter that allows him to eat near the two.

He goes back and forth between eating the fish and playing with them, throwing them near the floor.

“Ah, Yeonwoo, Bam isn’t here to get those for you!” Jungkook says, the smile never leaving his face. He doesn’t look like he’s lost patience once in his life.

“Bam?” Yoongi asks curiously.

“My dog,” Jungkook fishes out his phone, opening his social media page. It’s filled with pictures of him and the dog. “He’s back home in Busan but will be coming up to live with us next week. Yeonwoo loves him, don’t you?”

“Bammie!” Yeonwoo cheers when showed a picture of the doberman. “Bam?” he cocks his head to the side, looking around.

“He’ll be here in a few days, Yeonwoo,” Jungkook offers him more water.

Yoongi feels like a trainee, observing idols older and wiser than him as he watches Jungkook with Yeonwoo throughout the day. He isn’t sure when to step in and Yeonwoo seems fully content with Jungkook tending to all of his needs.

He tries his best not to hover or appear weird, but he can tell when naptime rolls around and Jungkook gets the little babe asleep, he hasn’t completed the challenge.

“You can like,” Jungkook fidgets as he cleans up after lunch.

“Play with him and stuff after nap, I can go in the office and check on my books or play a game or something.”

“No, it’s fine,” Yoongi says, falling into step in the cleanup routine. Clean up is good. Clean up is safe. Cleaning is something he’s spent his whole life mastering.

Interacting with a toddler is…not. “He really likes you.”

“I love him,” Jungkook says. “So much. But I’m glad you’ll get to spend some time with him too—,” he looks so awkward. “Jimin didn’t—”

“Ahh, let’s not talk about it, yeah?” Yoongi says, drying a dish and putting it on the rack. “Tell me about Yeonwoo’s normal day so I can start to get to know his routine.”

He’d planned on leaving before nap was over, but he couldn’t stop soaking in information from Jungkook. Yeonwoo’s likes, his dislikes, how he was a bit whiny and clingy when tired. How he loved to sing and dance.

Too soon, Yeonwoo is up from nap, pulling his door open and carrying his blanket out with his thumb in his mouth.

Jungkook gets them another snack and Yoongi can’t possibly understand how many snacks in a day a toddler needs to eat, but he thinks he’s catching on.

Just before he leaves, Jungkook remembers he should show Yoongi around. During Jungkook’s theatric tour of the penthouse, Yeonwoo hanging onto every word, he finally addresses Yoongi when he gets to his bedroom. It’s the only space in the house that looks complete so far.

“Adust D!” Yeonwoo says, running into to his bedroom. Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion. He’s got a floor bed, filled with stuffies ad blankets. But he dodges for one, holding it out and hugging it.

His mouth drops and Jungkook starts cackling.

“Is that….me?” Yoongi says, looking at the blond doll against Yeonwoo’s chest.

None of them had heard Jimin arrive so he’s startled when his voice pipes up behind them. “Oh yeah,” Jimin says. “Um, Yeonwoo is Agust D’s biggest fan.”

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The email came on December 1st which was just cruel and unkind and obviously targeted. Jimin had spent the last three weeks decorating their apartment, buying Yeonwoo too many toys, and planning a grand dinner menu for the staff to cook once the holiday would roll around.

Sure, his mother could have taken care of it like she always had, but he wanted to. With Yeonwoo old enough to get excited about Christmas, Jimin wanted to host. Jungkook was more than happy for their families to join together.

He’d just laid Yeonwoo down for a nap, spending a little longer snuggling with him. He pulled out his computer only for the purpose of online shopping. He’d opened his email just to check when the next items would arrive.

He wasn’t prepared for the most recent received.

STARCAST ENT: FINAL NOTICE OF CONTRACT VIOLATION

His gut seized up. No.

The next three weeks were a whirlwind. Instead of focusing on Yeonwoo's Christmas, Jimin's days were filled with virtual meetings and phone calls. His lawyers, his manager, the executives. Yeonwoo noticed the change instantly, touching Jimin's cheek at night before bed.

"Appa?" he would look at him with confusion, tiny brows scrunched and looking so much like Yoongi it hurt.

"Appa's okay, baby," Jimin would reassure him and just snuggle him a little tighter to relieve his worries.

The decision didn't come lightly to go back to Seoul, but he was left with no other options. It was either stay and lose everything that kept them afloat, or return to a life he didn't really want anymore but have the stability to give Yeonwoo the life he truly deserved.

jimin - jungkook

He let his team handle finding a new place to live, packing up his old apartment, and building their new life in Seoul. He spent the days with Yeonwoo and his parents, soaking up their last moments in Busan.

Christmas came and went and instead of hosting in their apartment like they originally planned, the last Christmas in his parents house was upon them. Yeonwoo was still happy, beaming at each present he opened.

When he smiled up at him, Agust D plushie in his arms, Jimin knew it was time to do what he'd spent the years terrified of. With a smile just like Yoongi's, eyes always curious too, he couldn't keep him from him any longer.

It took him two days after Christmas to work up the courage to message him. He was out of time and wanted to begin unraveling his web of guilt and selfishness he'd been holding onto.

He stared at their last conversation like he'd done one thousand times before.

Yoongi was probably never going to forgive him...he wouldn't if the roles were reversed. But he knew it was time to push forward.

jimin - yoongi

He stared at his contact photo and name, heat filling the back of his throat. Every second he waited for a reply felt like reliving the last two years over and over again.

It doesn't come until they're on Jimin's jet, one he hasn't taken since coming to Busan. He'd just sent a picture to his parents of Yeonwoo being excited about the clouds.

He doesn't reply until the following day, Yeonwoo at lunch in their new empty apartment, and his name trending all over the internet.

"It'll be fine," Jungkook tried to reassure him, tickling Yeonwoo to make him giggle and help Jimin smile.

But would it?

Asking Yoongi to meet right away does nothing to ease the anxiety like he thought it might. Instead, while they trend synonymously on social media, all of Seoul talking about Jimin's return and Agust D at the same time...he feels like he can't breathe properly.

Even after he tucked Yeonwoo into bed, snuggling him longer than normal although he didn't need assistance falling asleep anymore, Jimin was restless.

He tossed and turned in his new bedroom, watching the sky get darker and darker only to lighten again as morning came.

He gets out of bed before Yeonwoo's tiny pitter patter greets the morning.

What if Yoongi doesn't show? He texts for good measure, over thinking the number of dots to put behind hey. One sounds serious, two sounds ominous, three it is.

He's surprised to hear back almost immediately.

He hasn't been K'd by Yoongi in the entire time they've known each other. He stares at the message, stomach swirling uncomfortably until Yeonwoo tugs on his pajama pant leg, begging for "c-real" with his Agust D plushie hugged tight to his chest.

He smiles at the toddler, pushing his own emotions out of his mind. This is for Yeonwoo and Yoongi, he reminds himself. He ruffles Yeonwoo's hair and takes him into his arms, kissing his cheek.

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yoongi - jimin

"Sips and smiles?" Yoongi had said when Jimin brought him here for their third date. He was clearly tired, blond hair messy beneath the cap he had pulled low.

All that could be seen on his face were red rimmed eyes and the tip of his nose with a black mask covering the rest of him.

Jimin tugged it down as he reached across the table, placing the iced americano in front of him.