Seokjin paced around his living room waiting for Jimin to return home. He still couldn't wrap his mind around Yoongi's words. How could his father – who loved Jimin as his own flesh and blood – do such a thing? But Yoongi wouldn't lie about something like this. Yoongi was cold, a professional asshole some say, but he wasn't a liar.

"Hyung?"

The blonde turned around and saw his youngest brother entering the living room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh, Taehyungie," smiled the blonde as he walked closer to greet his brother with a hug. "Wow, you've gotten taller since the last time I saw you," chuckled Seokjin nervously.

"It's been like a million years, hyung," yawned Tae. He noticed the worry in his brother's face. "Hyung, are you alright?"

Jin rubbed the back of his neck, "Is Gukkie asleep?"

"Dead to the world. What is it, hyung?"

He pulled his brother to the couch by his wrist. It felt so foreign sitting in his living room once more. "I don't know how to say this," he runs his hand through his locks nervously. "Um, I saw Yoongi today, he's in the hospital." When he didn't receive a reaction from Tae, he grew even more nervous. Taehyung was like their father in some way – a quiet Tae wasn't a happy Tae. "He apparently drank himself stupid and ended up there. He, ah, told me somethings that part of me believes but at the same time I don't want too." Jin looked away from his brother.

Taehyung clenched his fists in anger, his blunt finger nails digging into the palm of his hand at how tight they were. He didn't know how to respond. Even though he was the younger of the two, it was his job to protect his brother. He promised their mother he would protect Jimin from the evils of the world. So all he did was stand up from his seat and walked away. It wasn't Seokjin's fault that Yoongi left Jimin and didn't deserve to get yelled at for that either.

Jin was about to follow when he heard his phone begin to ring. With a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket to look at who was calling his at such hour. The number wasn't registered, he usually doesn't answer unknown number since it could be a crazy fan but non the less, he answered.

"Yeoboseyo?" he answered.

"Seokjin?" It sounded muffled.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Seokjin, it's Jung Taekwoon. Jimin is fine, we ah… we just got robbed".

"What?!" The eldest Kim quickly began to look for his wallet and car keys around the living room. "Where's Jimin?! What happened?!" He didn't notice tears began to fall down his face as his brother's manager started to explain what he knew. He wasn't aware he barged into Taehyung's room, picked up his nephew, or motioned his brother to follow him. His mind shut down when Taekwoon said they were robbed.

When Jin barged into his room, Tae assumed the older wasn't going to let their earlier conversation go. He didn't expect to see the tears running down his brother's face as he yelled into his phone.

"Jimin's store just got robbed! We have to go!" shouted his brother making Jungguk cry in the process.

As they ran down the emergency stair case, Taehyung noticed how his brother shook with worry, the deep intakes of breath, how he tightly he held a crying Jungguk in his arms. Reaching the Jin's pickup, Tea took the keys away and shoved his brother in the backseat so he could strap their nephew in his car seat. His mind running on autopilot as he sped out the parking garage. He ran every stop sign and red light, swerved in and out of traffic – he ignored every traffic law to reach his brother.

7:45 P.M. half an hour before the call.

Jimin sat on the counter facing the door as he, Taekwoon, and Mark – another employee – talked with the two other customers in the shop. They were two regulars that went to the same University as Jimin and Mark, and just like Mark they were American.

"You're getting better at speaking Korean, Seleni," laughed Mark as he put his arm around the shorter girl.

"Well, with such amazing and cute teachers as you three, who wouldn't want to take an interest in learning", she batted her long dark lashed at Jimin playfully causing his to chuckle. "Anyway, what are you doing this weekend? My roommate is having an end of the semester bash tomorrow night and having some familiar faces to talk to would be nice".

"I, for one, have a child to take care of," announced the red-head as he jumped off the counter when two customers walked through the door. "Thank you for the invite. Welcome to Leo's," smiled Jimin. Everyone began to move as more and more customers entered. Taekwoon went to the storage room to grab more cups and napkins. Mark kept talking to the two girls as he cleaned the tables closest to the door.

Five minutes in, Jimin and Mark had their hands full with orders. As quickly as possible, without any mistakes, they gave the orders. "Hey, Junior," greeted Jimin as he began to punch in the order of another regular. "One Caramel Macchiato with a whole grain blueberry muffin."

"When doesn't he order that? I'm surprised he hasn't gotten tired of it yet," teased Mark as he finished up one of the orders.

Junior handed Jimin his credit card to pay. "Shut it Mark," groaned the customer, both he and Jimin facing the elder. "You know I li…"

"Give me the fucking money, Now!"

Jimin turned back to face his friend Junior and was met with a barrel of a gun in his face. His eyes grew wide. He quickly put his hands up and stepped away from the counter. "I can't open the register. I a-already ran his payment."

"I've seen you do it," growled the robber as he cocked the gun.

"I swear, I can't," whimpered Jimin. He closed his eyes as he thought of his son. How that morning was the last time he would ever see him. How he'd never get to see the boy grown up and follow his dreams. How he wouldn't be present when Yoongi and Jungguk finally met. How he wouldn't be there and share the most important days of his baby's life. How Yoongi would arrive with Hoseok and Namjoon too late to even see him.

"Where's Leo? I know Leo has the codes for everything?"

Junior wasn't sure what caused him to do it, but he pushed the assailant with all his might, causing his to pull the trigger, the bullet hitting the decorations next to Jimin, nipping his left ear in the process. He ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him when the glass next to the door shattered into a million pieces, covering the tables and floor with a shower of glass.

Jimin took his que to run into the break room and blocked the door as more shots rang out.

Yoongi stared out the window of Hoseok's car as they left the hospital. No one said anything as they drove in silence, he noticed they were going the opposite direction from the side of town they lived in but didn't question it since the younger rapper liked driving around to clear his head.

He wasn't sure how long they drove; all he knew was that his felt like a small weight was lifted of his shoulders after he told Seokjin on why he left. If only speaking to Jimin was as simple, but he can't do that anymore. Jimin already had his life made with someone else and he wasn't a homewrecker.

He heard Hoseok's phone begin to ring it obnoxious ringtone. He plucked it out of the cup holder and saw un unregistered number appear on screen. Not wanting to risk his friend getting pulled over for talking on the phone while driving or causing an accident he answered the phone.

"Yeoboseyo?" The voice that came through the speaker was one he never thought he would hear again.

"Hyung, call Seokjin! Call Tae! We're being robbed! Hurry!"

"JIMIN!" he didn't notice that he had begun to signal Hoseok to keep heading straight as if he knew where Jimin was. He could be back in Busan but they wouldn't know. "Dammit, Jimin, answer the phone!"

"Hyung, what happened?" asked J-hope as he floored the gas petal, the roaring of the engine canceling out the sound of the cars honking at his reckless driving.

"Jimin was screaming they were being robbed. Hurry!" The only thing on his mind was Jimin. He needed to protect his cinnamon roll. He need to make sure Jimin was safe and the only way he could do that was by seeing the boy with his own eyes.

"I'm calling hyung," quickly announced Namjoon as he waited to his old friend to answer the phone.

It didn't take long for the three rappers to arrive at the coffee shop. Yoongi didn't see the groups of people huddles up in the parking lot. He only saw shattered windows, police cruisers, and ambulances. Before Hoseok even had a chance to do a full stop, Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of the SUV rushing through traffic to find his Minnie. "Jimin?!" he shouted. "Park Jimin?!"

"Hyung?!" Jimin pulled away from the two sets of arms holding him close when he heard Yoongi's voice. He saw the blonde running towards the ambulance halt and turn to face him. "Yoongi-hyung!" he cried out and ran towards him.

It felt like a load of brick crashed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around the shorter male. Jimin was alive. Jimin was okay. He kissed the top of Jimin's head, inhaling the familiar scent of honey and vanilla. His baby was okay.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you. It's okay," he promised into Jimin's ear as the younger cried harder.

"Jungguk? Where's my baby?" Jimin quickly pulled away from Yoongi's arms to look for him son. "Yoongi, where's my baby?" He looked around in panic trying to look for his brothers and son.

"Ah, I don't know," answered Yoongi. He felt his world crumble at the sound of Jimin calling someone else baby.

"Jimin, look at me," calmly spoke Hoseok, holding Jimin's chubby face in his hands. "Your son is with your brothers and Namjoon is talking to them right now. They are on their way, okay?"

"I can't breathe," gasped Jimin his hand running through his red hair.

"No, no, no. Yes, you can, Jimin. Jungguk is on his way. He is safe and with your brothers. He'll be here soon and you'll be able to see him." Hoseok shot a glance at Yoongi, signaling him to hold Jimin once more. Yoongi hesitantly wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist.

"I didn't know what to do, I called the first person I saw in my call log. I'm sorry, hyung. I'm sure you were busy", apologized Jimin, turning to face Yoongi once more, hiding his face in his chest.

"We were on our way here," answered Hoseok as he ran his hand up and down the youngers back. "

When they arrived at Jimin's job, they saw him standing at the side of the road hugging Yoongi as an officer spoke to him. Tae felt the anger in his heart begin to boil at the sight of Yoongi but he held it in. He needed to think of his brother. His brother needed him

"Appa?!" shouted Jungguk, fighting his way out of his car seat. He knew what the lights on top of the cars meant danger and he wanted to be with his Appa. He looked sad.

Jin quickly took the boy out of his seat and jumped out the truck to run to Jimin. Taehyung on his heels as they ran.

"Appa!?" shouted Jungguk again wiggling his way out of his uncle's hands.

"Gukkie," cried Jimin at his son's voice. He let go of Yoongi took his son out of his brother's arms. He began to cry into his son's hair. 'I love you's left his lips as a mantra.

Jin and Taehyung engulfed the two in a bone crushing hug. Both Jin and Jimin cried hysterically, the elder peppering his younger brother's face with kisses. Tae, just held the three close to him. No one noticed the blood on the side of Jimin's face.

The blonde rapper stayed close to the Park-Kim family as Namjoon and Hoseok spoke with others about what had happened. Yoongi couldn't keep his eyes off the child in Jimin's arms. His black hair, fair skin, Jimin's chubby cheeks – the slight resemblance he had to him.

The boy opened his eyes and Yoongi swore it was like the boy saw God with how happy he seemed to get. He boy smiled and waved at the rapper and Yoongi couldn't help but smile and wave back. The kid was so adorable.