He was nervous. The three rappers had been called to the CEO's office at the ass crack of dawn. He knows their punishment would have been lesser if they had stayed at their respectable homes instead of the Kim's apartment. How could he leave Jimin and Jungguk just like that? His son practically glued himself to Yoongi's leg as he walked out the room – borrowing some of Jimin's old close. But, alas, here they were, sitting in front of the man who handpicked them to create a super group. His usual easygoing self was nowhere in sight, their manager just glared at Yoongi in silence.

The man slowly turned his monitor over so they three rappers could see what was shown. 'BTS Rapper/producer, SUGA, spotted at a local café with unknown male and child'. The photo of the article was obviously Yoongi with his arms around Jimin – whose face was hidden in the crook of Yoongi's neck – and Jungguk in Jimin's arms.

"Oh, but that's not all. No sir-y," hummed the elder. He scrolled more down and a photo of Yoongi kissing the top of Jimin's head was shown – the left side of Jimin's face was displayed. "Listen, 'All members of the Hip Hop Idol group, BTS, and Korea's beloved actor, Kim Seokjin were spotted at a local café in Seoul Friday evening. Reports state that around 8P.M Friday night, officers responded to a destress at Leo's Café.' Yada, yada, yada. Okay, found it. 'BTS has always been pro-LBGT+. Can the support be in regards to the 24-year-old rapper?'" The man closed his lap top and stared at them. "I am going to ask you all a question and I want all of you to be honest." Hoseok and Namjoon nodded. "Are you attracted to the same gender?"

"No" both Namjoon and Hoseok answered simultaneously.

Yoongi kept his eyes train on the man before him, hand gripping the arms rest. "Yes."

"Yes?" their manager crooked a brow. "And you didn't feel the need to inform us when you auditioned? Do you know the trouble you would have saved us if we knew? Damage control would be a lot easier if we had planned it in advance. Now, we have to rush and get someone to play along."

"No!"

"No?" asked the CEO.

"Yoongi, if we don't cover this up, your career is over. No one wants a gay idol. Who will-"

"Cut me if you want too. I am not going to deny my son!" he cut off his manager.

"Son?" the man gasped in response.

"Stop!" growled Bang PD, his hand slamming against the top of his desk. "Unlike other companies, I allow my artist to have normal lives as long as it doesn't interfere with our contracts, but this, Yoongi, is going way too far. First, your hospitalization and now a family? If you would had told me you had a family, I would have provided a home your you. I would have allowed you time off to visit them. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Are you seriously going to let this go? He has been outed! Sale will go down, BTS will be slowly forgotten!" shouted the manager.

"Junseo!" growled Bang PD. "You are dismissed. I will not allow you to belittle my artist in such a way. I will speak with you later. Hoseok, Namjoon you're free to go. Your schedules have been cleared for the rest of the day. Damage control will be based off the incident at the café not about Yoongi's personal life."

The three men left the office. Namjoon hesitated a bit but he wasn't sure if it was because he was the leader of the group of his friendship with the blonde. Yoongi, once more broke out in a cold sweat. It was coming. His dream was finally over and no one was to blame but him.

"Yoongi, I love you like if you were my own son. Hell, you act like if you're my son. Why didn't you tell me you had a son?"

"I just found out," whispered Yoongi. "The night the photos were taken actually." The rapper told him everything.

Jimin kept himself busy. If he sat for a few minutes everything would replay in his mind. He felt scared to be in his apartment alone with Jungguk. He couldn't go do the laundry without having a panic attack. It's been days and he still feels the need to have Yoongi and Jungguk with him at every second.

He already dusted the furniture, washed dishes, clean his room, changed his bedding, everything was clean. He hardly watched television and when he did it was a kid show. He listened to music while he cleaned up the house. He had nothing to do and it would be hours before anyone would be home.

"Shit, I still need to register the hyungs as emergency contact," he said to no one in particular. He grabbed his phone from the counter and shot Yoongi a quick message.

To: Yoongi-hyung

We have to go get you and the rest of the hyungs registered at Gukkie's school

From: Yoongi-hyung

Omw

Jimin quickly set his phone down and rushed to the bathroom. He was still wearing the same clothes from the night before and didn't want to greet the man like this. Turning on the hot water, he stripped his clothes and jumped in. With a content sigh he welcomed the warm of the water. He lathered his fading hair twice, washed his face with both his acne products, before even scrubbing his body of all the grim he made damn sure his hairless – why, he wasn't sure yet. With his favorite vanilla scented body wash he scrubbed his body clean.

Once finished, he jumped out the shower, dried off, and brushed his teeth – twice. Once he felt like a decent human being, he got dressed in house clothes – black long sleeve shirt and red basketball shorts and went to wait for Yoongi in the living room.

Really, Jimin? You won't be able to speak with someone at the school until two. Why did you tell him to come now? "So, stupid!"

"Whoa, should I come back later?"

Jimin screeched when he heard Yoongi's voice behind him. He hadn't heard the door open. "Hyung, don't do that?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" pouted Jimin.

"Sorry, sunshine, I didn't mean to scare you." Yoongi made his way into the apartment and set his bag in Jimin's room. "So, what time are we needed at the school?" he called out.

"Funny story, really," the shorter male ran a hand through his wet locks. "I miss calculated the time. I was going to do it when I picked up Gukkie from school so Ms. Goo could meet you and not think you're some delinquent trying to kidnap my son." Jimin chuckled nervously.

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Really, Jimin? It's 10 in the morning. I guess I'll go back to the studio and help Joon with the track he working on." He picked up his bag and headed to the door, ruffling the younger's hair as he passed. "What?" he asked when he heard Jimin mumble.

"I said, don't leave me. Not again." The younger didn't bother looking at Yoongi because he wouldn't be able to hold back the tears.

"I'll just be at the studio, Minie. It's just a walking distance from here and plus we're all just a phone call away." He walked away once again halting with his hand on the door knob.

"It hurts!"

He turned to face Jimin thinking he had hurt himself at some point. "What hurts, Jimin?"

"It hurts here watching you walk away." He placed his hand over his heart, tightly gripping his shirt. "Every time I see you walk out that door I can't help but think you're not coming back. That it was my fault you left in the first place," cried out Jimin.

Yoongi placed his bag back on the floor and basically ran to Jimin. He noticed the tears rolling down Jimin's cheeks and took his face in his hands. "No baby, I didn't leave because of you. I did everything I could to become a better man for you and what did that do? I left you alone with a child. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I know a simple sorry won't make up for what I did, but I truly am sorry, Minie. I love you and Jungguk. I've only been in his life for a bit but I love him more than anything. I love you, both more than anything in this world," he confessed, everything he had ever wished to tell Jimin.

"Help me forget, hyung," Jimin's hands trailed up Yoongi's clothed chest and letting them rest on his shoulders. "Help me forget all the hurt that happened while you were away." He connected his lips with Yoongi's.

Yoongi pulled back, "Jimin, not like this. I don't want you to feel like I took advantage of you for this."

Jimin didn't answer, he just connected his lips to Yoongi's once more. He ran his fingers through the blonde's hair as he conveyed everything he felt through the kiss.

("Hey!"

Jimin looked behind him to see if he was blocking the other boy's view. No one was behind him and the older boy laughed. Jimin pushed his glasses higher on his nose and pointed at himself earning a deep chuckle from the boy.

"Yeah, you. What's your name?"

"P-Park Jimin," stuttered the second year high school student. As far as he knew, he never crossed paths with this guy – he looked like the boys his mother told him to say away from when he came out. It's the middle of summer vacation and unlike the rest of the teen's his are he and his brothers helped out at the family restaurant.

"I'm Min Yoongi. I just moved here from Daegu. I guess, I'll be seeing you around, Park Jimin." Yoongi wasn't sure what took over him. He had never been one to voluntarily talk to people he knew, let alone a stranger from another town. But he had seen the boy through the window of the very restaurant he was sitting in front of waiting tables with a breathtaking smile on his face.)

Clothes littered the bedroom floor. Jimin loved the fire that burned within him as Yoongi worshiped his body. The way his skin prickled as Yoongi kissed and licked his way down. He gripped the head board as the blonde engulfed him whole.

("I guess we're both attending the same school."

Jimin did not jump ten feet in the air from the husky whisper in his ear. "Yoongi-hyung. Don't do that! You almost gave me heart attack!" Jimin placed a hand over his heart as he took deep breaths to control his heart rate.

"I'd never do that to you, sweetheart." Yoongi offered the very smile that always had Jimin's heart banging against his chest. "But, for real, though, I didn't know you attended the same school I enrolled in. Glad to know I'll have a few friends at school. Where are your brothers?" he looked in the direction Jimin had walked from only to see other students walking their way.

"Jin-hyung goes to the all-boys school over by the shore front and Tae has a cold, so lucky bastard won't be able to attend classes for a few days." The two continued towards the school in a comfortable silence – Yoongi playfully bumping his shoulder against the youngers.)

"Found the lube but you have no condoms," voiced Yoongi as he sat back, enjoying the view of Jimin laying in all his glory, legs spread, and cock leaking against his honey toned skin. He licked his lips, ready to devour Jimin whole.

"I'm clean, just don't cum in me," the red-head spread his legs wider, exposing himself to Yoongi. "I trust you, hyung."

Yoongi dumbly nodded as he lathering, pumping once, twice, before lining himself up against Jimin twitching hole. This was it. As gently as possible he pushed his way past the tight ring of muscle. The younger gasped and reached out to find Yoongi's hand.

("I said leave his alone!" Yoongi's fist collided against the jocks jaw causing the taller boy to stubble back.

"You little bitch," shouted the jock as he charged Yoongi only to trip over Namjoon whose foot was not purposely put there.

"This is your last warning, Joonho. Stay the fuck away from Jimin," growled Yoongi looking down at the bully. He turned around and wrapped a protective arm around Jimin's shoulder. The boy was slightly trembling, they needed to get him out of the school before he had a panic attack. "Come on, sweetheart," he whispered into Jimin's ear.

"Why'd you do that?" asked Jimin as he cleaned Yoongi's blooded knuckles. "Sorry," he apologized when the older boy hissed.

"The same reason that has you nursing me back to health, Park."

Jimin looked up with wide eyes. He was sure he had been stubble with crush. "I, uh, don't know what you're talking about, hyung," he put the cotton ball down and gave Yoongi his back. "I'm done. Make sure you change the bandage so you won't get an infection." He already walking away when the elder reached for his hand preventing him from leaving.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Jimin," whispered Yoongi, pulling the younger towards him. With a gasp, Jimin collided into his chest. He quickly wrapped his arms around Jimin's thick waist. He looked straight into Jimin's eyes and whispered, "I think I'm in love with you, Park Jimin."

He didn't see the firework like they say in novels and movie but he did feel a fight ignite in his chest. The way Yoongi's thin lips felt against his was better than what he imagined. Coffee and peppermint invaded his senses when this crush's tongue danced with his and he loved it. He wanted more.

Yoongi chuckled as he pulled back, "You have no idea how long I waited to do that." He rested his forehead against Jimin's, closing his eyes. He pulled the younger closer, bumping noses lovingly.

"I think I love you, too."

Yoongi gave a dopy smile before attacking Jimin's lushes lip once more.

-on the other side of the door-

Seokjin, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Mrs. Kim exchanged gleeful expressions. The two had gone months dancing around their feeling that if neither one did anything about it Jimin's mother was going to take matters in her own hands.

"That's my boy," she smiled. "No hanky-panky in my restroom!" she barged into the restroom – earning a loud scream from Jimin and a 'Fuck' from Yoongi.)

Jimin's back arched off the bed as Yoongi rode him through his orgasm. The tightened his legs around his partner's waist, clinging to him as a life line.

"Ji-Ji-, fuck, I'm close," his thrust began to falter and if Jimin didn't wrap his legs right now…. "Jimin?" he groaned. "Shit!"

"Do it," whispered Jimin, capturing Yoongi's lips with his. He wasn't sure why he told him to do it, but he did. With an unattractive groan, Yoongi buried himself deep within Jimin as he came. He collapsed on top of the red-head, both fucked out of their minds. "Hyung?"

"Hum?" sighed Yoongi when Jimin began to card his fingers through his blonde locks. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep."

Jimin giggled. He took Yoongi's face in his hands, "I'm still in love with you, Min Yoongi."

"And I will forever be in love with you, Park," he laid his head back down on Jimin's chest to hear the younger's heartbeat.

"You are so lame, hyung," laughed the younger, playfully smacking his hyung's shoulder.

"Hey, these lameness is what will pay to give you the lifestyle you deserve.

Mr. Kim smiled at the photos that was hanging on the wall behind the counter. His wedding day with Hana (Jimin's mother), photos of their sons as they grew, photos of their son's with Namjoon and Yoongi, graduation photos, Jungguk's baby photos – a wall dedicated to his family.

"I wish you could be here with me, Hana. Our boys are all grown up now. Jin got the role of the male lead in his first big screen role. Taehyung finally decided he wants to follow his brother's foots steps and he's been auditioning. Hopefully, he gets casted soon. And our Minie? Jin called me a few nights ago, scolding me like if I were a child for making Yoongi leave. I didn't tell him Yoongi had been coming by every time he was in Busan looking for Jimin.

Our baby boy had a run-in with death last week and thankfully Yoongi is there to help him recover." Mr. Kim wiped the tears that rolled down his sunken cheeks. "Such a stubborn old mule, huh, my love?" with one last sigh, he walked to the door and unlocked it. He flipped on the 'open' sign was welcomed the first customers of the day.