Summer vacation was coming up and Ms. Goo wanted to give her students something to look forward too. She had everyone think what they wanted to do and once they were done they had to step in front of the class and tell their fellow peers. Her students said everything from spending time with their grandparents to going to Disney world with their family but spend the time sleeping? What child wants to stay inside and sleep their free time away?

Park Jungguk, that's who! Her, once, perfect pupal wanted to spend his summer asleep, WHY?!

"And that's all you want to do this summer?" she asked from her spot on the floor. "You don't want to go to the beach, visit your grandparents, travel?"

He shakes his head 'no'.

"Why?" she leant forward a bit hoping his explanation would make her understand – even just a little.

"My abeoji sleeps lot when he's home. Appa, too. Abeoji always wok and Appa get sad but smiles when abeoji hugs him," the child smiled the brightest smile he has ever given. "Oh," his eyes grow wide with excitement as he looks up to look at the other students, "and help in the stu-stu? Stu-di-o."

"Ewe, you have two dads?" gaged another student. The other boy was more social than Jungguk and his friends, he would pick on the other students but Jungguk had always ignored him.

"Hongbin, apologize to Jungguk for saying that," scolded Ms. Goo.

Jungguk balled his fists. Hongbin always picked on him because he was shorter and couldn't speak as clear as the other kids. But the boy's patience was wearing thin and it was getting much harder to not punch the boy. (He stutters when he gets nervous)

"That smells good," hummed Yoongi as he entered the kitchen. With the towel still draped over his shoulder he walked towards Jimin and wrapped his arms around his waist – littering Jimin's neck with kisses.

"It's just ramyeon, hyung," smiled Jimin as he lent back into Yoongi's embrace. Making sure it was ready, he patted the top of Yoongi's head. "Want to eat in the living room and watch some tv? 'K, go clean the coffee table. Hyung will be mad if we spill on the couch," he said when the Yoongi nodded.

Jimin smiled to himself when the gray haired man walked away. Everything felt like before, before Yoongi left but new at the same time. This time they had Jungguk and even if Yoongi still had to leave when he toured or had to spend extra time in the studio for his comebacks, Jimin felt that Yoongi was in this for the long run. He brought his hands up to his cheeks to hid his blush but he knew it was no use.

"Minie, phone's ringing. It's Jungguk's school," called Yoongi from the living room.

"Answer it!" Jimin placed both bowls and some sides on a tray to save on how many trips he had to make to the kitchen.

"This is his father how can I help you?" he heard the elder. "No, this is his other father, how may I help you?" Yoongi tsked, he placed the phone on speaker, "They don't want to tell me anything. It's on speaker."

"Hello, this is Jimin?"

"Mr. Park, my name is Choi Seunghyun, I'm calling in regards to your son, Jungguk. It's really important we speak with you."

"We'll be right there," answered Yoongi and quickly hung up. "So much for a late lunch, huh, sunshine?" he set Jimin's phone down. He pulled Jimin towards the room to get dressed. "Where'd you put my clothes?" since the incident, Jimin has been reluctant to let Yoongi out of his sight unless he's with Namjoon or Hoseok so they have been stopping by his apartment to pick his clothes and what not until Jimin feels okay enough to be left alone.

"In the closet on the far right next to the shoe rack," hummed the raven-haired as he follows his… boyfriend? "Hyung, does this mean were back together?"

"It's been what, a couple of weeks and we've defiled every surface of this apartment, too. I'm practically living here now," answered Yoongi as he stepped out the closet. "I mean, if you want us to be together," he response came out muffled as he put his shirt on.

Jimin nodded with a smile. They both dressed as quickly as possible and left – not before Jimin placed the ramyeon in a container and taking it with him. "Don't' laugh, it smells really good. Hyung! My mouth was literally watering while I was making it! Ugh, you're so mean!" whined Jimin the whole way to Jungguk's school, almost chocking on his food.

Arriving at the school, Yoongi parked his car in the 'visitors parking' and they both got out. He takes Jimin's hand in one hand, took his bag in the other, and they start walking towards the entrance. He couldn't help the smile that grace his fair complexion at the children running around in the playground.

Entering the school, Jimin registered them. The receptionist pointed them in the direction of the dean's office and they their spotted their son – his once neatly combed hair was a mess, his eyes puffy from crying, a small gash on his cheek. Next to him were two other boys Jimin recognized as his son's friends, Bam Bam and Yugyeom, and their mothers. Across from them was another boy with who they assumed were his parents.

"Oh my, what happened Gukkie?" asked Jimin as he rushed to the boy. He kneeled in front of his son and took his face in his hands. "You're bleeding? Hyung, I have some ointment and bandages in the bag, hand them to me."

Yoongi did as he was told and handed the item to Jimin. He took a seat next to his now crying son and hugged him. "It's okay, baby, Appa and I are here now. It's okay," he cooed.

"Ow," cried the boy when he father dabbed some ointment on his cheek. "Hurts, Abeoji!"

"I know, baby, but Appa will make you feel better. Do you want to tell me what happened?" asked his father. He rolled his eyes when the man sitting across from him mumbled out 'disgusting'.

"We've asked the boys several times but Jungguk doesn't want to talk. He kept saying he want his Abeoji and that's when we called Mr. Park."

Jimin held his breath – Yoongi noticed. He willed himself to keep the contents of his stomach down but the stench of the man cologne was making it really hard. With a deep breath, Jimin stood from the floor and excused himself to the nearest restroom. "I'm sorry. This is Jungguk's father, you may speak to him." He rushed off towards the restrooms, with his hand over his mouth.

"Okay, Jungguk, Mr. Park?"

"Min. I'm Min Yoongi," he extended his hand to shake the dean's hand and nodded at the women. He had to give a good impression to this man. Sure, the other kids' parents were dress in nice clothes and he and Jimin were dress in t-shirts and jeans but what it seems like, the boy's people weren't open-minded.

"My apologize, Mr. Min. Please, let's continue in my office. The students lunch hour is almost over and I'm sure the boys would like to eat before they head back to class." Mr. Choi opened his office door and allowed everyone inside. "I'll have my secretary escort your husband-"

"Boyfriend," corrected Yoongi.

"Boyfriend, I'm sorry. I'll inform her to escort Mr. Park once he's feeling better. Have a seat." Yoongi sat in the chair farthest from the door with his son on his lap. The chair next to him was left free for Jimin.

"Ms. Goo has already informed me of what occurred in her class room and I'd like to point out that in the Handbook given to every student it states we have a zero tolerance for violence. That includes bullying Mr. and Mrs. Lee," he gives the boy's parents a pointed look. "This is not the first time your son has been sent to my office but it is his first time for fighting. Mr. Min, Jungguk is one of our finest pupils but I regret to inform you that over the past few weeks his conduct has been declining. He's not paying attention in class nor doing his assignments but today was the first time he ever lashed out in class. He threw the first punch." Mr. Choi rearranged some files on his desk, "Mrs. Kim and Ms. Kumpimook, just like Jungguk this is the first time I see your children in my office and for the same reason, each one kick Hongbin while he was down."

Yoongi looked down at his sons – the pout on Jungguk's face rivaled Jimin's. His son played rough but he wasn't a violent person by nature. He wrapped his arms around Jungguk's smaller frame and kissed the top of his head. "Why'd you hit him Guk?"

"He always make fun of how me and Bam Bam tawk. He call us s-stu-p-pid. And he said I'm nasty for 'aving two daddies." His words came muffled. "He hit Yugyeom, too, that why Yugyeom kick him. I'm sorry Abeoji," he hid his face in the crock of Yoongi's neck and cried.

"Did you tell Mr. Goo, Jungguk?" asked Mr. Choi.

The boy nodded, "He nevew li-listen."

"Well, this certainly doesn't look good, Mr. and Mrs. Lee," began Mr. Choi,"

Jimin stood outside the dean's office listening to Yoongi, Mrs. Kim, and Ms. Kunpimook argue with the other boy's father and the dean trying to calm both men down. He quietly cheering Yoongi on as he defended their child. The other man seemed to be losing his patients with how the younger was countering back with short educated comments.

"So what if my boyfriend and I have once kid without being married? We can have as many as we want, I have the means of providing for them!" he heard Yoongi shout.

"Mr. Min, please calm down," he heard the dean speak sternly. "Mr. Lee, I would greatly appreciate if we continued this meeting as the civilized people we are,"

"Civilized? These animals are anything but civilized. It is not right for two men to have a child! Their son will be go up to be an abomination to our society!"

That hurt Jimin. He put his hand over his lower abdomen with remorse. Even if society was more open to the types of sexualities, there were still people who opposed it.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about his words," said a cheerful voice next to him.

He turned around and noticed a doll like woman standing behind him with what looked to be a big bag of food. He recognized her right away. Park Bom was her stage name.

"I have a feeling this meeting is going to last long and my husband doesn't like to eat his food cold". She took Jimin by his arm and walked over to the bench where Jungguk had been sitting at earlier and began to take out containers of food. She pulled out a corn from a plastic baggy and began to munch away without a care in the world. "Eat up," she handed the younger disposable chopsticks and some bibimbap. "I brought extra because I love food," she took another bite of her corn.

"How did you know?" he looked at the idol as he put some food in his mouth.

"Huh?"

"How did you know I was one the people that man was referring too?"

"Oh, that," she laughed. "I saw you run to the restroom as my husband allowed them to enter his office. Don't worry, the world is being more open to same sex relationships and my husband hate homophobes. We're on the receiving end too, by the way."

He didn't question her. They ate in silence, both sighing contently. For being such a tiny person she sure could eat.

"I will not be recommending this school to people I know," shouted Mr. Lee as he stormed out of the office – Mrs. Lee and Hongbin on his heels. He snarled at Jimin and at Bom as he passed.

"I would like to apologize on behalf the school for letting this behavior go for as long as it did. Unfortunately, I will have to punish your children for their behavior. I would send them home but they have one week left until summer vacation and it would justify if they had and extra week, so how about three days with no recess? Sounds reasonable?" asked Mr. Choi. "Good."

He escorted everyone out of his office and they were greeted by two short, dark-haired, chubby cheeked people enjoying a delicious meal just outside the door. Bom looked up at her husband and gave a comical grunt as she stuffed more food in her mouth. Jimin on the other hand wiped his mouth clean and offered an apologetic smile.

"I set your food aside. Keep eating, Jiminie. You need all your strength," hummed Bom. Mr. Choi just smiled and walked out his office to get his food.

"Thank you, Bom-ssi. That was very delicious," he cleaned up his mess and bowed at his elders.

"Anytime, Jimin. It was nice meeting you," she waved at the younger as he walked away hiding his face in his hands. "Have a great day," she smiled at the women as they passed. "Isn't that SUGA? That rapper?" she asked her husband as he helped carry everything into his office.

"Yes the is. Now I know why their son is acting up. I used to have that problem with Chaerin and Seunghyun when they were younger. Oh," he kissed her lips lovingly, "Enjoying your day off, my little alien, hum?" he wiggled his eyebrow.

"You're the alien here, not me. Respect your Noona!" she smacked his arm playfully. "They'll pull through just like we did."

"We did a good job huh? Have you heard anything from our son?" They lost themselves with mindless chatter as they enjoyed lunch.

"Our son just got in trouble for fighting at school and you're going to by him ice cream?" Jimin shouted in rage. "Yoongi, you cannot reward him for this," he crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window.

"That boy called us nasty. I won't be surprised if that kid turns out to be a homophobe like his father. Our son defended his father's honor. He should be rewarded," countered Yoongi as he pulled into the ice cream parlor. "Come on, Minie, it's ice cream. Family bonding time," pouted Yoongi as he looked at Jimin. "Right, Guk?"

"Yeah,"

"What about your hardcore image, hyung? Wouldn't your company get mad if this gets published?"

"Nope," he heard a soft 'dammit' from Jimin. "Bang PD was cool about me being outed that he feels that this will help boost the company. Now let's go, there is a cone with my name of it and I'm dying to have it."

He jumped out of the car with his son following right behind shouting 'Chocolate' at the top of his lungs.