why so serious?

You felt a pang of annoyance, “Where the hell would I go if I’m in this mountain stuck with you?” You barked at Yoongi, the toddler reaching over towards you, trying to pull you. The former gangster only scuffed, “just get in the car. I got some shopping to do.” You rolled your eyes, “what exactly are you even shopping for?” Yoongi dug into his pocket, pulling his phone out before throwing it out the car window━ a faint shatter was heard in the distance. “I need a new phone,” There was silence before the toddler let out a giggle. Annoyed, you got into the back of the seat with the toddler, closing the car door.

It has been 2 years since Yoongi had been forced to go into hiatus in his mob work, yet, even in seclusion, he had to go out from time to time.

You were focused on your phone, too busy spamming Namjoon to notice the toddler jump to the front. The kid had crawled over and stood in the passenger seat, looking out the window. Yoongi only reached over and pulled him down to sit down, “Don’t move.” 

He reached over and buckled the kids seatbelt, reaching to the back to grab a few toys and placed it on the kids lap. 

Pressing his body against his Rolls-Royce, Yoongi lit up a cigar. You were on a phone call with one of NamJoon’s customers, re-arranging a meeting. Yoongi’s eyes lingered on your figure for a few seconds as he puffed out the cig. 

Yoongi had overlooked one thing, he didn’t think it would be such a big deal━ But as soon as he stood in a crowded area━ the gossips and whispers were becoming unbearable. It’d become a big problem.

“The fuck is wrong with that kid?” a guy muttered, “Is it normal for that kid to be crawling around like that?” an elderly woman asked. 

He was receiving a lot of odd glances, his body breaking into a cold sweat. The toddler crawled over to a small crack on the sidewalk, picking at some of the rocks. Yoongi only swallowed, his head snapping towards his left where he saw a few people taking videos. He then turn towards you━ you were too busy dealing with your own problem.

Yoongi picked the toddler off the ground, dropping the cig and crushing it with his foot before walking away, “should we call the police?” 

“Kid, I need you to stand right..” He placed the kid on a stone stand, holding him by his sides, “I’ll let go of you and you need to stand.” The kid smiled and just like that, as Yoongi let go of the kid, the kid dropped down on the stone━ Yoongi’s body entering in panic as he catched the kid. 

“There needs to be a way..” Yoongi muttered as he felt a cold sweat on his forehead, the small heart-attack calming down. He looked around the plaza, seeing a mother pushing a stroller, a dad and a son riding an electronic panda ride.. 

Yoongi sighed out, think ...think..! 

The kid patted Yoongi’s chest, bringing his attention, “what?” The toddler pointed at a father carrying his son over his shoulders. Yoongi squinted his eyes as he imagined himself in that position, “Not happening━ No way..” the kid pouted. 

It took a while, but you finally found both the boys together. The toddler holding onto Yoongi’s pants as an officer fined Yoongi for smoking in a public place. 

“If the kid can’t walk, why don’t you just carry him?” You asked, Yoongi just shook his head shoving the fine down his jacket pocket, “The kid is too used to crawling.” You rubbed your shoulder, looking down at the kid before reaching over and picking him up. “I’ll carry him then.” 

Jungguk and Jimin arrived at the plaza shortly after. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool and most of all, Agust D was walking in the streets. The kid had become comfortable in your arms, wrapping its own little arms around your neck as you showed him around. Yoongi’s eyes on the kid━ or was it on you? 

“How long do we have to raise him?” Jungguk asked Jimin, earning a small shrug. “Is there anything happening in the domain recently?” Yoongi asked as he pulled out a cigar once more, lighting it up and taking a puff━ completely forgetting about the fine in his pocket. 

“Not much,” Jimin started, “Just don’t know where the troublemakers are coming from these days..” 

Yoongi glanced over at you and the kid. You were buying him some cotton candy, pointing at the different colors and explaining the favors, “Once you find out the cause, clean it.” Jimin nodded. 

“Hyung,” Jungguk licked his lips, “We’ve been keeping the organization under control but they keep asking about you━ they want you back━ if you let them know that you’re raising a kid you found━” 

“Huh?” Yoongi huffed, removing the cigar from his lips, “Raise him?” The breeze felt just a little bit cooler━ refreshing in the summer heat. Yoongi’s voice was low, not in an intimidating way━ almost pitiful, “Does someone like me have that qualification?” 

Jungguk stared in awe━ having seen that same look a few years ago, “Find his parents as soon as possible. Staying with us too long will only cause him harm.”  

Yoongi removed the kid from your arms in a swift motion, causing you to turn to him. The kid held onto his blue cotton candy as he smiled at Yoongi, “Careful, I don’t want your body to get all messed up.” Grabbing a bit of his cotton he pushed it to Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi tilted his head back, “I don’t like━ I’m not eating it!” 

You walked away, not wanting to be part of the commotion as both kept pushing the small ball of cotton, “Kid━!” Yoongi hissed, the cotton falling from the toddler’s hand and onto Yoongi’s white shirt, quickly brushing it off, “all gone! There!” 

Yoongi tilted his head at the silent reply from the kid, causing him to break into a sweat, the kid only teared up and let out a few sobs, curling onto Yoongi’s arms. Throwing a tantrum. 

You smiled softly at the two, Jungguk jogging over━ phone in hand, “We.. got something..” 

You took a deep breath, “already?” Jungguk looked away, avoiding eye contact, “about that.. There’s a problem.” You only grew curious━ Jungguk then took a step closer, placing his hand on your shoulder and leaning down to your ear. His breath tickles your ear. Stepping back, Jungguk looked back with a sympathetic look. 

“Kwang wants to go back.” Yoongi approached you both, causing Jungguk and you to flinch, spinning to look at Yoongi wide-eyed, “you both look awfully close.” 

You physically saw Jungguk stop breathing for a second, “No━ hyung━” Yoongi only rolled his eyes, “Kwang fell asleep, we’re heading back.” You frowned, “Kwang?” 

Yoongi didn’t bother turning to you, he only fixed the kids sleeping position on his shoulder, “His name━ he’s wild and he came from the wild.” 

Agust had offered you to stay with him and Kwang for the time being, not enjoying the idea of you having to drive up the mountain every morning. You’ve refused each time and each time you did, Agust, just kept insisting harder.

However, you hadn’t noticed how Yoongi was losing his sanity every day━ little by little. 

Kwang had sat up in his bed, although too large for him, the space prevented him from falling off in his sleep. The guest bedroom had slowly turned into his own bedroom, the closet filled with children’s clothes and shoes, the ground messy with toys. The 4 year old yawned, a pout on his lips as he crawled off the bed, dropping on the ground with a grunt before crawling out the room. The house was dark, but he had already memorized his way around. That is how he found himself in Yoongi’s bedroom. 

The kid held onto the bed as he stood, his eyes meeting Yoongi’s sleeping one. Kwang only smiled as he pushed himself onto the bed, crawling into the older’s arms. The warmth of his guardian’s body slowly drifted him off to sleep once more.  

It was breakfast time, you━ like the past few days, have been driving up the mountain to feed the two boys. You had set Yoongi’s plate down as well as Kwangs. Feeding the child his breakfast, Yoongi asked his never ending question━ or statement, “You should stay. It’s temporary, anyway. It’s not like it’ll reviv━”

“Fuck, fine then!” You yelled, Kwang flinching at the sudden outburst causing Yoongi to frown, “Stop cursing, we have a kid.” You only bit your lip in irritation, gripping the spoon in your hand, “you got a kid.” 

“We.” Yoongi sternly corrected, “You live here now.” 

“Mama.” Both Yoongi and you snapped your head back to Kwang, his hands full of fruit. You turned to look at Yoongi, confused. He only gave a shrug in confusion back, “I’m not mama━” 

“I’m not mama neither!” You hissed, “Kwang, I’m your big sister, Yoongi is dad.” 

“The fuck I’m not━”

“Big sister,” You say, pointing at yourself before pointing at Yoongi, “dad.” 

Before Yoongi could protest, the doorbell rang, “The guys must be here with the doc.” Standing up Yoongi made his way to the front, “I swear to god━ Yoongi, your injury should be healed by now━ for fucks sake.” You groaned out as your words fell of deaf ears. You stood up and grabbed the kid, wiping his face before setting him on the ground. 

You looked up to be greeted by Taehyung and Namjoon, both brining in a doctor with them━ Yoongi following behind.  

“I’ll head out real quick, I’ll be back.” You announced, taking your bag and leaving out the door. 

“Y-your little boy is very healthy. There is no need to worry.” The doctor said, a cold sweat breaking on their forehead. Agust only stared at the doctor, pulling Kwang onto his lap, “what’s with his strange behavior then? He also doesn’t want to walk properly.” 

“Well..” The doctor muttered, putting his stuff away, “Could it be a physiological problem?” He asked, turning to look at the guardian, “has the child gone through some trauma?” 

“Trauma? How would I know that?” Agust groaned as the kid pulled him by the neck, wanting to embrace his guardian, “Isn’t he your━” 

“Ma’am, could you check on Hyung’s condition?” NamJoon interrupted, a small━ threatening smile on his lips. The doctor scooted their chair closer to the leader, clearing their throat. 

Taehyung leaned his body onto the island, catching a better glimpse of Agust’s wound. Lifting his shirt up, the former gang boss carried the kid with his other arm. The kid leaned down to touch his wound. 

“It’s not healed yet.” Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked at Namjoon━ just as shocked, “What?” 

“This kind of injury is hard to heal. Plus, it’s been repeatedly been infected causing the healing to slow down━” liar. 

Just now, the doctor was threatened by none other than Agust D, “Tell them the wound isn’t healed, and you won’t get hurt.” 

The doctor cleared his throat, “I’ll give you an antibiotics shot.” 

“Hyung, why can’t Seokjin hyung take a look at it, he’s good at this stuff.” Taehyung whined, “Jin can suck it.” Yoongi replied. 

With the syringe in hand, they pressed it closer onto the body. The anxiety twisted in his chest, making each breath feel shallow and uneven. The humming now felt like a constant, oppressive reminder of his mounting unresolved issues. With each passing second, the sense of helplessness deepened, and he couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he was sinking further into a pit he couldn't climb out of.

“Don’t touch him.” Yoongi, held onto NamJoon’s hand which held the uncontrolled child, letting go, Kwang, trembled and shook his head, kicking his feet, “kid.. You’re scaring the doctor.” 

Reaching over towards Kwang, the kid leaped forward, biting Yoongi on his hand. The playful biting from a few days ago long gone, instead blood dripped down Yoongi’s bleeding hand as he hissed. Kneeling down, Yoongi raised his hands in the air. “It’s okay.. I won’t hurt you..” 

Slowly, Yoongi reached over, placing his hand on the kid’s head, a low hush coming from his chest. The kid’s trembling eyes woke with little emotion━ perhaps a little sadness. The trembling continued as the kid broke into sobs, tears flowing down his cheeks as he sobbed into Yoongi’s arms━ the man just took him in, embracing the child. 

Yoongi’s shoulder was wet with tears and saliva from the child's crying. His face was paler than usual, as if his soul was taken from him. He finally stopped crying after 4 hours. All Yoongi could hear was the ringing of the kid’s cries. 

With his bandaged hand, Yoongi placed Kwang into a more comfortable position, leaning onto the couch to set the sleeping kid down. As he laid him on the couch, his shit collar was also being pulled down by the small fist, Kwang breaking into small sniffs and sobs. 

In an instant, Yoongi pulled him back into his chest, snuggling the kid, “It’s okay. I’m here..” He hushed, “I won’t let go, you’re safe..” 

His back and waist feeling sore from the weight, Yoongi groaned as he walked into the kitchen. He needed to get dinner started. With only one hand, Yoongi put on his apron. 

As he reached for the knife, his heartbeat became louder. The weary feeling creeping all over his body as he started chopping some vegetables caused his breathing to hog on his throat. Each time he lifted the life, he felt the knife strike into his stomach. A feeling he’ll never forget. With trembling hands, he pushed the knife down on a potato, cutting it in half. His breathing was heavy, but the feeling of his own blood drenching his clothes was heavier. 

Yoongi pants, his back playing on the kids bed as he sat next to him. His body still felt trembling and his heartbeat loud in his ears. It’s just an illusion. 

I can’t go back anymore.

You set the last box of your things into the living room, sighing in exhaustion. You looked around the room, noticing the silence. Your steps were lights, making your way into Yoongi’s bedroom, noticing it empty. You swallow, going in to close the door. 

You felt your body grow heavy, Yoongi’s own body leaning on you. His forehead resting on your shoulder, which caused you to drop your hand from the doorknob. Yoongi’s hands slipped up your body, wrapping them around your waist. 

“Get off.” You sighed, your hands reaching to unwarp his arms around your waist, causing Yoongi to only hold on tighter, “just a little longer..” 

“If you’re tired go to bed,” you stated, starting to wobble into the bedroom. You let your knees hit the edge of the bed before throwing you and Yoongi onto the bed with a grunt. You picked yourself up from the bed, crawling back off. Yoongi only stared at you blankly, causing you to stop moving, “what?” 

“Please stay..” he whispered, turning his whole body towards you. You only rolled your eyes, “not happening.” 

He reached over, softly holding onto your wrist, “please.” You stared at him for a little while, letting the silence hang heavy in the hair before you swallowed and nodded, “okay.” 

You crawled back into the bed, Yoongi instantly taking you into his arms with a comforting sigh but you didn’t dare take him into yours. Each second dragged more, causing it to feel longer than it should have. Soon both your breathing became in sync, each heartbeat beating the same rhythm. 

You felt the warmth embrace your body, rocking you into a sleep, and for a moment, you felt Yoongi’s lips press onto your forehead━ a firm, small kiss. Soon, one other small kiss on your cheek. 

It felt ghostly, but perhaps he could have kissed your lips━ but it all might have been a dream too.

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“They’ll be fine.” A familiar voice said beside him, Yoongi turned his head, meeting NamJoon’s. Yoongi only remained silent and Namjoon took his silence as a rejection, “SeokJin wants to have dinner together.”

Namjoon tired again, trying to bring his older brother back from his dark thoughts, “I can’t stomach anything right now.” Namjoon nodded, a faint smile on his face as he patted Yoongi’s back, “I know.. But whole they’re out there━ surviving━ so are we back here.” 

Japan, Tokyo               time: 7:37 pm 

“Hyung!” Hoseok turned from his still-position, his vision blurry from the heavy rain, “yeah?”  Squinting, he was able to make up one of his members, “Hyung, time for dinner, chief also has some information regarding international news,” Jimin’s voice was calm, his body turning to look out into the city. The rain filled the silence between them. Hoseok only swallowed, he was worried, nervous━ yet, what he was feeling was nothing compared to what Jimin felt. 

Jimin will be able to know more about the two younger ones. The two who were selected to actually fly across the world in where they had absolutely no contact. Hoseok held onto Jimin’s shoulder, “I’m sure everything is fine!” Hoseok chirped, a bright smile on his lips. Jimin only gave a small smile back. He was just thankful that among all this chaos, he had a brother with him.

United States of America, Texas - San Antonio      4:30 am

“We gotta get moving, let’s go soldiers!” an American soldier commanded as he waved the small group into a building, shutting the door behind him. 

The American soldier removed his helmet, turning to another American soldier, “when is the plane arriving?” The American took a while to respond as he checked his watch, “In about 5 minutes, captain.” 

The American Captain nodded, clenching his jaw as he looked at his small team, his eyes landing on the two foreigners, “Ya hear that, you two?” The Captain bit back a grin, “you motherfuckers are going back home.” 

Jungkook leaned against the concrete wall, panting from running a few miles, a toothy smile visible as he heard the Captain’s words. He looked over at Taehyung, who smiled at the thought of going back to Korea. 

“We’ll have to go down to Mexico, from there, the flight will be directly towards Jeju Island.” The American soldier informed the crew, earning nods in response. 

The clock had struck 4:35 am, and the door’s of the safe house were opened once more, the American Captain commanding his troops to run towards the plane location━ 1 mile away. 

Taehyung jogged behind the Captain and one other American soldier, Jungkook was right behind him. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the dark morning. Taehyung wasn’t tired, he’d trained to the point that running miles didn’t make his heart pump to the point of fainting. So, why was his heart pumping so fast? 

It became so loud to the point that he only heard his heartbeat against his chest━ it didn’t take long for him to realize that something was right, his whole body felt it, but he kept moving forward. He’ll be on the plane home no less than a mile away. 

“Get down!” Before Jungkook could process the foreign warning, a building on his far left exploited━ sending building pieces flying towards their direction and with it, the familiar grunts and screams of death. “Everyone run!” 

It took a second for Jungkook’s body to react before he started springing to the desired location. His eyes focused on Taehyung’s back. As the group got closer to the military base, sounds of gun-shots started taking over the grunts and screams. Startled by the sudden fire, Jungkook dropped to his knees, covering his ears━ a bad reflex response his body had come up. However, his arm was being pulled by one of the American Soldiers, “Get up━we’re almost there!” 

Almost being dragged by the American, Jungkook stumbled upon his feet, running alongside them. His reaction had cost him some time. Upon entering the gate to the military airport, he witnessed Taehyung entering the plane, along with 2 others. 

20 feet more and Jungkook will also be in that plane. 19 more feet and Jungkook was tackled down on the floor, the sound of fire getting louder and louder━ but Taehyung’s call was the only thing Jungkook could hear. 

And as the door of the plane closed and the plane rose from the ground up to the air━ the last image of Taehyung Jungkook will never forget was how he still reached for him.  And the last image of Jungkook Taehyung got to witness was how he was being dragged off the ground by the American Captain, his gun firing at the dead. 

It was 4: 50am when Taehyung threw his helmet against the metal floor of the plane, pacing around, his body trembling as he tried wrapping his head over what had just happened. He wasn’t going back home without Jungkook.

It was 6:00 am when Taehyung had come up with a plan to return to America and find Jungkook. It was also the time the plane began to share the same trembling as Taehyung’s body. It was 6:15 am when Kim Taehyung’s plane crashed into Mexico, Monterrey. 

South Korea, Jeju Island     time: 8:05 pm

The small lobby held a few soldiers, it only held the ones who had loved ones internationally━ So, SeokJin, Yoongi and NamJoon found themselves in that same room, awaiting their turn to receive their news. 

“Jun-ha,” The Captain called out, “Your sister is doing just fine in Thailand. The Thailand Military will bring her home, she’ll take a plane back to Korea in about a day.” The sound of sobs echoed in the room, 

It was 8:15 when the group was dismissed, bringing panic and confusion among the oldest Bangtan members, “Captain, what about our boys?” SeokJin called out, earning a few looks from the leaving soldiers, “Hoseok and Jimin are just fine in Japan.” 

“We know they’re fine, we’re talking about Taehyung and Jungkook.” NamJoon butt-in, his eyes dancing across the Captain’s face, trying to find any sense of emotion. The Captain only licked his lips, avoiding eye contact, “about that..” 

“I swear to god, if something happened to them━” Yoongi stepped in, panic running through his veins before the Captain spoke, “They are fine. Separated but fine.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Japan, Tokyo               time: 8:10 pm 

“Okay.. Taehyung is on his way..” Jimin muttered, his leg bouncing as he tried to calm his nerves, “What about Jungkook?” Hoseok looked between the Captain and Jimin, “Jungkook will take his plane from Miami, we’re not sure when, but he’s safe.” 

South Korea, Jeju Island     time: 8:13 pm

“Thank God..” Seokjin sighed, his head falling into his arms, relief falling into his body. His boys were coming home. Not together, but soon. 

Japan, Tokyo | South Korea, Jeju Island              time: 8:30 pm

Jimin and Hoseok stood on top of the military base, guarding and scanning the area. It was their turn to stand guard for the night. Jimin felt drained, his eyes only focusing on the far distance of the safe house. His thoughts eating him away. 

“Park, Jung, you two copy?” The Captain’s voice echoed through their radio, Jimin slightly turned his head towards Hoseok. Hoseok grabbed his radio, “Yes, Captain, over.”

“Come to the lobby.” 

South Korea, Jeju Island     time: 8:33 pm

“You told us they were fine!” Yoongi yelled, his eyes burning with tears, “The plane fell near a safe base, I’m sure if━” 

“Sure of what?! Do you even know if Taehyung is alive?” Yoongi cut the Captain off, SeokJin bringing Yoongi to sit back down on the chair, “Yoongi’s right.. I don’t want to jump to conclusions.. But.. we want to know if Taehyung survived..” 

United States of America - Dallas, Texas          6:36am

“What..” Jungkook’s voice came out faint, almost a whisper as the color of his face drained, “We’re sending the Mexican safe house near the accident to check the place.. In the meantime, you will head to Miami for your flight.” 

“I’m not going anywhere until I know about Taehyung.” Jungkook said, the American Captain only sighed, “You’ll know, but you need to get to Miami, go back home.” 

Mexico, Monterrey         10:25 am

Taehyung coughed, his eyes opening as he scanned the area, the beaming sun burning his face. The air was very hot against his face, and with a grunt, he pulled himself from the ground. The moment he stood on his feet, he felt the pain run through his spine, he hissed and crunched down. 

“Fuck..” he muttered, his hands running through his body. He hadn’t broken a bone, thank god for that, but his thigh was bleeding, a deep cut, too. He looked around, but there wasn’t much he could do. Just walk it out. 

12:09 pm

Taehyung reached a point where his leg couldn’t keep up, causing him to stop near a small town. Silence welcomed him, no life in sight, and he didn’t mind. His uniform was becoming unbearable, and his thigh was hurting too much. 

He stumbled upon a small store, entering and blocking the entrance behind him. And just like that, Taehyung found a small place that kept him safe for the day. When Night time fell, the heat of Mexico kept him warm, but his thigh still ached. He couldn’t find anything to fix it, he’ll have luck next time. 

That was if he wasn’t found first. 

Yoongi sighed, his eyes staring into the white void of his living-room ceiling. He was once who they called Agust D. He would have still been Agust D if it weren’t for that fateful night.

Agust gasped for air, his teeth sucking back his lower lip into a tight bite. His left eye clenched shut as blood dripped down his face. He was bloody, although he wished to say the blood wasn’t his, he would be lying. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, some of it sticking to his face by the sweat and blood. With a trembling form, he made his way into the apartment, dropping his weapon on the floor. Each step he took left a small trial of blood behind him. He was tired, so tired.

Yoongi blinked, erasing the memory from his vision as he clenched his jaw. Why the past..? He thought to himself before sitting on the couch and looking at the carpet where a 4-year-old boy lay. He remembered bringing the kid into his home, he weighed almost nothing.  

Frowning at the unusual behavior of the kid, Yoongi eyed him as it slept. “Something isn’t right..” he whispered, his tongue pressing gently on his bottom lip. He snapped his fingers, an idea coming to his brain. He grabbed the nearby blanket lying on the sofa, before clumsily laying it on the kid. “Perfect.” 

The bathroom mirror was foggy, and the humidity made Yoongi sweat slightly as he dried the kid's hair. The toddler had overgrown hair that almost made him look wild. Yoongi had taken mental notes on the kid's poor hygiene, adding to his theory of the child kidnapping. Not having any child-sized clothing, the gangster had given one of his own shirts for the toddler to wear. A black shirt with the words "MINE" graphed vertically. As the older man dried the head of the kid, the child would mutter out random vocals. Frowning at the confusion vocal, Yoongi removed the towel from the kid's head, causing the kid to loop at him with a bright smile.

“You.. brat━!” Yoongi flinched as he bit back a cuss, lifting his arm up, his eyes noticing the multiple bites on his arm, “was your birth year the year of the dog?!” Yoongi exclaimed, his body trembling in desperation. Another thing Yoongi had noticed was the kid's inability to show proper manners. No matter how hard Yoongi glared at the kid, the kid only looked up at him, giving him a grin and a giggle.

As they both sat in the living room, the child freshly showered and not smelling like trash, traced his fingers on the black leather of the couch, “Since you can’t speak for nish━” Yoongi grunted as he sat next to the kid, scooping some cereal into the spoon, “I bet you don’t know how to use utensils. Come here,” The toddler tilted his head as he opened his mouth, allowing Yoongi to feed him the cereal, “You don’t look like you were raised at all..” Yoongi voiced his thoughts, the child looking at the bowl as Yoongi continued feeding him.

If it was a kidnapping.. And I send this kid away.. What if he doesn’t have a family? Will he then be an orphan? Yoongi physically yelped at the thought, “Not my problem!” His voice came out louder than expected, causing the kid to look up at him. Agust D had no time for anyone, let alone a fucking child. Deep in his own thoughts, the kid wasted no time poorly grabbing the spoon, scooping cereal ( the scoop facing down and getting little to nothing), and bringing it to Yoongi’s mouth, “ah.. Ah?” 

Is this kid trying to feed me? Yoongi raised an eyebrow, damn kid doesn't even know how to hold a spoon.. let alone be able to survive on its own━ not like i care. The gangster scuffed, wiping some of the milk from the kid's chin, earning a bright smile that only caused Yoongi’s heart to clench, this child was stabbing his consciousness. 

Yoongi threw his head back against the headboard of the bed, his body tingling, "oh.. fuck.." He choked out, his hands caressing the back, hands gripping onto the waist. His hips automatically thrust upwards earning a moan, "sir.." the voice whimpered.

The gangster narrowed his eyes, frowning his brows at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that, especially when we're having sex." He warned, yet his hips didn't lose their pace. He held onto their jaw, making them lock eyes with him, "you know my name,.. say it.." a hint of desperation in his voice as the other only pushed their lips and let out another whimper.

Yoongi leaned in, tilting their head to the side by their jaw, kissing their collarbones, sending a shiver down the spine, "c'mon, baby.. you know my name..' his voice was sweet, but his thrusts were becoming much more rougher, causing the other to grunt out, "or do you want me to fuck you until you remember it?" Yoongi asked, brushing his lips against their neck.

"Fuck.. yoongi,.." they gasped out, their hips buckling causing Yoongi to chuckle, "There you go.. always so good for me.." The mafia leader only pulled their face towards him, slamming his lips onto the other as he roughly kissed them. The kiss muffled both their moans and pants, not wanting to stop the kiss. They sucked and bit each other's lips, addicted to each other's lips.

Yoongi pulled the body close to his chest, feeling the other snuggle onto their skin, warmth hugging his heart. "You cannot leave me, understand?" Yoongi warned, making the other chuckle, "you wund me, sir." Yoongi's eye twitched. Noticing this, the other's hands cupped his face, placing a kiss on his scared eye, "you know that won't ever happen."

Yoongi's eyes opened and with a gasp, he rose from the couch. The clock had struck 3 am, and from what Yoongi could gather, it didn’t take long for the kid to fall asleep. Just a nightmare.

The man groaned, rubbing his face with both hands as he licked his dry lips. His gaze landed on the kid sleeping at the other end of the couch.

That's when your phone rang. You looked away from the never-ending document on your laptop, frowning at the unknown number on the screen you bit the inside of your cheek. After a few rings, you picked your phone up, “Hello?” 

There was silence on the other line, before that raspy voice said your name, you felt your body freeze, your heart pumping faster, “I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you.” There was silence on the other line once more before you heard a faint 'clank', “It’s important, plus, I already made arrangements with Namjoon, you’re coming whether you like it or not.” 

You could have disobeyed, you could have not shown up in the morning, really, but you were in no mood to deal with Namjoon and his scolding. His never-ending rants of how, even as your boss, he also needs favors. Yoongi was like a brother to him, the one that was able to make everyone's dream a reality and in return, they did whatever they could for him. Bunch of ass kissers you would tell yourself. Yet you found yourself dropping the bags onto Yoongi’s wooden floor, all the color being drained from your face. 

You tried to speak, confused and flabbergasted by the sight upon you. But what can you say after meeting the man you had decided to leave 3 years ago? The one guy you verbally told was a quote-on-quote dickhead that only cared about himself and then you quit on the spot, only to work under Namjoon, the guy he was closest with? You only eyed his back, noticing the way he cut the kid’s hair. 

“Y━you have a kid?!” Your ears might have started to bleed, a ringing remaining as you angrily turned to look at the owner of the pain, “Taehyung━ you son of a━ My ear!” You hissed as you reached over to grab a chunk of his hair. 

Yoongi turned to look at the small group who had entered his home, ignoring the small hairpulling between you and Taehyung. Yoongi only shook his head as he explained the situation to the others. 

“So.. that’s not your kid?” Jimin asked, his hand lazily signaling the child, “nonsense,” Yoongi muttered, picking up his cup of coffee SeokJin had placed in front of him on the kitchen table, his eyes glancing over at you, rubbing your head while glaring at Taehyung, “Jungkook and Hoseok are looking into where he’s from.”

“Yeah, Agust wouldn’t have a child this fast.” You stated, Yoongi’s ears twitched, all your attention on the kid who has sleepily rubbed his eyes and walked over to Yoongi, “What will you do with him for the time being?” 

“Sexist..” you said under your breath, making SeokJin abandon his cooking and turn to you in a snap, “untrue, Yoongi just needs help for the time being━” Now it was you snapping towards SeokJin, “raising a damn child!” 

The older one pushed his lips together, “sexist.” Taehyung stated once more, a small smirk on his lips as he winked at you, causing you to flip him off as you carried the child, feeding him some overnight oats. 

As SeokJin, Taehyung, and you stayed in the kitchen, bickering at each other, Yoongi was outside on the balcony of his living room. Holding a pocket knife, his fingers tracing over his initials, NamJoon and Jimin behind him, “Hyung, about the kid..” Jimin started, nervously elbowing NamJoon, “It’s just.. If they have eyes on the kid like last time..”

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, stabbing the knife into the wooden balcony railing. Jimin flinched, NamJoon placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder signaling to head back inside, “We’ll take care of everything, hyung.” 

Drops of blood stained the cement floor, there was tension in the air, and all Agust could do was kneel before his rival, “You finally show up,” The rival chuckled, one of his hands gripping the hair of a child, eyes blindfolded by a black fold. The kid looked beaten, scared, “If you want me to let him go.. Let’s make a deal.” 

The rival threw a blade towards Agust, causing the man’s brows to frown. He was desperate. Agust felt his body tremble, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he picked the blade up, raising it slowly towards his stomach area. Slowly, ever so slowly, pressing the blade into his skin. 

Yoongi’s body jerked, causing him to wake from his dream, “shit..” he whispered, his hand flying to his stomach, rubbing it as the dream reminded him of the incident. He licked his dry lips, before sitting up on the bed. 

He entered the kitchen, his eyes staring at the cup of water━ besides him, his phone with your contact ready━on the floor, the 4 year old bounced and played between his legs. Yoongi bit his lower lip before he grabbed the kid and sat him on the counter, grabbing his phone and calling you before shoving the electronic onto the kid’s hands.

The phone rang a few times before you picked up, your voice grumpy and sleepy, “yes?” Yoongi looked at the kid and pointed at the phone, suddenly forgetting the child’s inability to speak. Confused━ the kid tilted his head, “m. ah.. ma..ma?” mostly dedicated towards Yoongi, the child called out. It caused you to sit up from your bed and run to get your shoes, “kid?” 

You barged into the mountain mansion, not bothering to knock as you slammed the door shut and ran to the living room, “Kid?!” You scanned for the kid, not finding him anywhere before your legs automatically ran to the bedrooms. 

Upon opening door by door, having each bedroom memorized (not by your own good), you arrived at Yoongi’s. Your hand reached over to the doorknob, it wasn’t like it was your first time you’ve stepped inside.  

Upon entering, you notice Yoongi and the kid sleeping. The child lay on top of the gangster, as the gangster himself had his arms wrapped around the child, almost using him as a teddy bear. You gulped, stepping out the room and slowly closing the door, “Y/n?” 

You froze, “yes, sir?” a grunt, “don’t call me that.” You scuff, “..kid butt-dialed me.. I’ll head home now.” The bed creaked and footsteps soon followed, the bedroom door opening━ revealing Yoongi, a sleepy look on his face with the sleeping child in his arms, “Stay the night. It's late.” 

You only stared at him, unsure of what to do, so you frowned and shook your head, “No. I can’t do that anymore.” 

Yoongi only pressed his cheek on top of the kid's head, sleepy eyes staring down at you. if only he didn't look as innocent, “not for me━ for the kid.” 

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. The fact you laid next to Yoongi as he slept, the child curling up on him and Yoongi letting him. Or the fact that you once craved that feeling, one that you couldn’t have━ a feeling of warmth, he knew that.  And so, you swallowed back the bitterness and closed your eyes. Tomorrow is a new day.

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Agust D stared blankly at the toddler sitting on the stairs outside his home. His mouth was dry as the burning sun stabbed his back. The man looked up at the sun, squinting. August D had been forced to leave work- his dirty work for a while. He had been taken to the mountains, far from the underground base to recover. Far from the city..

So far.. From the city.. So why was a toddler sitting on the stairs of his home? 

“Ay.. kid?” Agust questioned, his voice cracking from the dryness. The toddler only looked up at him, big eyes staring back at him, “where’s your mom? Dad?” 

The child only stared at Agust for a second. A second was enough for Agust to notice the sunburn cheeks of the child as well as the dried tears and dirty face on the child. As he stared hard at the child the kid’s bottom lip trembled before bursting into sobs, standing from where he sat and running towards the man. Startled by the sudden approach, Agust took a step back, catching his balance as the toddler hugged his leg, “mama!” 

The child cried as he gripped onto the older man harder, “ay! I ain’t your mama!” 

After an unsuccessful mission of leaving the child, Agust took him into his home. Setting him down in his beautiful living room with cartoons playing on the TV. With a frown on his face, Agust turned to look at his main group, “Whose fucking kid is this?” 

He received confused looks and frowns, “hyung..” The younger man started, clearing his throat, “there is no one living on this mountain..” Agust's face scar itches, causing him to wince, his head turning to meet the other, “so you’re saying this kid just got dropped off and left to die?” Agust grumbled, “Jungkook, please..”

“Jungkook is right, hyung,” Namjoon stated, looking up from his phone, “A possible failed kidnapping?” Agust- Yoongi stared back at Namjoon, “find this kid’s parents.” 

And as his team left his home, Yoongi looked back at the child, who stared at the TV, his small fingers in his mouth as he bit his nails. Biting the inside of his cheek, Yoongi called back to the group, “and bring some clothes for this kid, too.”

Yet, a group cannot handle too many all-stars. Too many ideas, very different perspectives. 

And so, the friends were divided into four rivery groups, yet, it soon turned into three thanks to the marriage between the Min Family and the Kim family. Kim Wonshik, married one of his two children. His prized possession, his princess, his only daughter into the Min family, Min Bongtae accepted, marrying his only son as well, creating a treaty and friendship between the two families. They shared their riches, and soon enough, they all became an actual family. 

From those two families, children came into the light. Kim Wonshik welcomed his grandchildren into the family, Kim Seokjin, followed by Kim Namjoon and lastly, Kim Taehyung. 

Min Bongtae welcomed his own grandchildren as well, Min Yoongi and Min Ji-hoon, Woozi for short. 

“Grandfather, with all respect, I really do not see the point of all of this?” Seokjin stepped forward. The rest of the grandchildren sat on their own couches. Kim Wonshik looked up at his eldest grandchild. “Seokjin, I have built an empire, one in which you will have the honor to have. Along with everyone else in this room.” He started, “what makes you think no one will want to take that away from you?” 

Seokjin silently nodded his head, taking his seat. Wonshik then looked towards the Mins, “Yoongi, Woozi, what I am going to say, your grandfather Bontae will take charge of that. It does not make you less than the Kims, understand? Because at the end of the day, your mother is also a Kim!” Wonshik exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air.  

Yoongi and Woozi just gave a short nod, Woozi eyeing his older brother for any form of support. Yet, Yoongi only stared at his grandfather. 

“Times have changed, my boys.” The elder started, “you all need protection, and I’ve assigned someone to each of you.” 

The elder signaled the man standing next to him to hand each of his grandchildren a file. Woozi looked around, his eyes landing on Taehyung, the youngest Kim. “Grandpa, Tae doesn’t have one.” 

“That’s intentional.” Wonshik commented, making Taehyung’s eye twitch, his gaze on his grandfather hardening, “He’s a special case.” That’s when Taehyung stood from his seat and left the room. 

Each grandson was assigned an assistant-made-bodyguard. In the eyes of the public, they were seen as assistants, and yes, they did complete those tasks. Yet, they were hidden bodyguards, making sure the heirs were safe, sane. By rule, each of the assistant guards were to wear a face mask, to keep them also safe, but to not make them recognizable to anyone, at times, not even their own bosses.  

“Goddammit, Taehyung, this is the 5th assistant this month!” Taehyung’s father, Taegeun, commented, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Taehyung only remained quiet, leaning back on the couch. Wonshik let out a sigh, “This shouldn’t be so hard Taehyung, son, just accept them as they go.” 

“You gave me the option to choose, you are letting me pick and that is what I am doing.” Taehyung bluntly stated, “We’re not talking about that.. I was talking,” Taegeun dropped his hand, pointing his finger at Taehyung before he yelled, “about the damn assault cases!” 

Taehyung only groaned, turning his head away from his farther, “Stop fucking throwing shit at people!” His father hissed. His face was flustered, he looked pathetic in Taehyung’s eyes. “Stop fucking telling me what to do.” Taehyung hissed back. 

“You ungrateful son of a-” 

“Enough! Both of you.” The elder groaned, rubbing his eyes with his thumb, “and you wonder why your wife hates.. no, despises you..” Taehyung whispered, his father’s brows frowning in anger before he threw himself at his own son. 

“Taegeun! For fucks sake!” The grandfather yelled before rushing over and pulling him back from his youngest grandson, “Get the hell out of this room!” 

Taehyung fixed his suit, eyeing his father as they both shared a look of hatred. Yet looks nor words would ever express their sour hatred for each other. The room fell silent once the click of the door closing echoed in the room. Yet, silence never brought Taehyung peace.  

“You.” The grandfather said, turning to look at the grandson, “you will go to your office and interview this new assistant, and you better not throw shit around.” 

That’s how Taehyung found himself bored looking at the files in front of him, unbothered to read them as he only picked a page and set it down on another amount of pages. Anger slowly built up on him with each turn of a page, his hands shaking from wanting to punch, to throw things around. 

“You’re not even reading them.” A soft voice snapped him back from his boring habit, his eyes meeting big doe brown ones, “what.” 

“You’re not even reading the files.” you stated once again, voice soft in question, tilting your head. You stood a few feet away from his table, hands behind your back, “If you’re not interested, just say so. Don’t waste your or my time.” 

Your voice was calm, and smooth, as if giving him advice. He only stared at you before he stood up. He walked to the little bar next to his table and poured himself a drink. He didn’t bother answering you. You rolled your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek as he drank his tequila. Once he finished his drink, he turned to look at you. 

He gave you a small smile. Yet the empty and wicked emotion in his eyes never matched his beautiful smile. And just then, he threw the empty glass cup at you. Dodging the cup out of instinct, the glass breaking on the bookshelf behind you. You turned to face him, eyes wide in confusion, “Wh-”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, got it?” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, biting back an insult before taking a deep breath through your nose and clearing your throat, “got it.” Yet, your eyes threw dodgers at him. Your jaw locks at the small smirk on his lips.

You walked out of the office cursing under your breath as you walked over to the elevator, heading to Kim Wonshik’s office, “5 fucking years of training for this shit?” Your hand reached for the button, and before you pressed it, a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand back. You turned to see the same lunatic stare into your eyes. 

“I don’t know if anyone has told you, but you have very pretty eyes.” 

And maybe then, you should have yanked your wrist away. Maybe then, you would have saved yourself. 

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