Kim Seokjin is not a violent person – as far as he remembers, he never was. His mother had raised them to treat other with respect and dignity, and that included the woman that abandoned his father with a three-year-old and a new born. 'Remember, Jinie, you don't know what that person has gone through in their life. The prettiest face could have the ugliest soul and the brightest smile can hide the most painful scars'.

His birth mother is a beautiful woman – explains his looks – but her love for money over powered the love for her children. She cared more for her new husband's children over her own. Jimin and Taehyung had smiles that could brighten up anyone's day but it hid their pain as they watched their mother weaken day by day. Her smile. He missed it dearly. That beautiful toothy smile that sometimes made her look like a bunny. The very smile Jungguk inherited

"Eomma," he rubbed his face with both hands. "Give me strength to do this." He felt as if everything was beginning to pile up on him. He has his career, Tae and his career path, Jungguk, bills, and Jimin. He sighed at the thought of Jimin. "What can I do?" he groaned. "I know he isn't a child anymore, but this?" He glared at the sheet before him. He couldn't and didn't want to believe it.

His brother was on the verge of academic suspension and now this? He is one semester away from graduating and he sure as hell didn't need this. With his thumbnail the scratched over that forbidden word, making sure he had scratched off everything – it was.

"Everything okay?" yawned his longtime boyfriend as he entered the dining room, he was dressed a set of pajamas he borrowed form Jin, his hair a mess, and face slightly puffy from sleep. Jin sighs as Jaehwan takes a seat next to him.

Unlike the company Yoongi was with, theirs weren't as accepting. So they kept their relationship secret form everyone. You could always find one with the other that close family and friends were beginning to suspect.

Jin slid the sheet over. Jaehwan read over it a couple of time, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Here we go again," he sighed.

"Misses one more class and he'll have go and sign an acknowledgement stating that if he were to miss anymore classes he'll be expelled," began Jin. "I had told Tae to give Yoongi a chance, you know, they deserve to be happy after everything that's happened to them and look at how that turned out."

"You couldn't have known this was going to happen, princess," Jaehwan took Jin hand in his. "I'm not trying to be religious or whatever but my mom has always told me two things,"

"Your ugly and have a big nose?" scuffed the actor. "I don't even know why I'm dating you."

"Bitch, I'm the Ken to your Barbie, and, two, my nose is cute and it make all my fangirls go crazy," the pop idol flick Seokjin's forehead. "She would say, 'People who come into your life are either a blessing or a lesson' and 'God sends you an angel when you need them the most'. The Jimin I met years ago was naïve and had a gentle heart. Hold on, hyung is talking," he loved flaunting the fact he was older. "He still has that gentle heart but he's not that naïve little boy anymore, Jinie. He was a single father, working a full-time job, part-time student, and he still made time to clean and make dinner for his family."

"Bu-"

"I know," Jaehwan cut Jin off again. "He may be your little brother, Jin, but he's not a baby anymore. You already nudged him off the nest, let him spread his wing."

"Who made you a genius," whined Jin. He placed his hand over the hand Jaehwan had over his. "He's still my baby. Both Tae and Jimin are my babies. I helped raise them," he cried. His boyfriend wrapped his arms around his broad shoulders.

"I know, baby. I know."

Yoongi groaned in pain as a tiny body climbed over him and wedged his way between his and Jimin. He wasn't sure when it started but a few day ago he discovered that Jungguk would get out his own bed to sleep with his parents. At first he thought it was cute, you know, his son wanting to sleep on his parents bed and all but as the days passed the boy would slowly push his off the bed. If Jimin wasn't around Jungguk would scream at the top of his lungs. If Jimin was around he was glued to Jimin's hip – always wanting to be carried, feed, played with. Yoongi wasn't complaining but he wanted to cuddle his fluffy Jimin – feel those thighs, grope his plush booty.

Get yourself together, your son is sleeping between you and your boyfriend!

As he moved to find a comfortable position he felt the weight on the bed shift on Jimin's end. His eyes shot open when the bedroom door opened and allowed the hallway light to enter Jimin's room. He got off the bed, making sure not to jolt his son and went to check on the younger. Over the past few days, Jimin's condition didn't seem to be getting better.

He knocked on the door when he heard Jimin ratcheting once more. He was answered by another gag. He opened the door and found Jimin with his read resting against the tub.

"Why is it called 'morning sickness' if it happens at all times of th-," he words were cut off by another gag.

Yoongi didn't understand what Jimin had just told him when he kneeled down to rub the younger's back in comfort. "You're what?!"

"Surprise," sheepishly smiled his boyfriend after he flushed.

That cute eye smile he loved made itself know. Everything seemed to start clicking into place. Those odd cravings, his sassier then normal attitude, his clinginess. It made sense. "We're have, we're having another baby?" he took Jimin face in his hands. "Another baby?" he asked no one in particular as he let that settle into his mind.

"Technically, I'm having the baby since I'm carrying them, but yeah," Jimin worried his lip.

"Another baby, huh," the taller man offered his gummy smile and lent in for a kiss. "Ewe, yucky breath, no," he mimicked his son and pecked Jimin's cheek.

"Hyung?!" pouted the younger playfully. He stood from his spot on the floor to rinse his mouth. "Hyung?" Jimin turned around and noticed Yoongi standing at the doorway with a dopy smile on his face. "Are you alright?" he scratched the top of his head.

"A baby?" the gray hair man took a tentative step forward and reached out to touch Jimin's lower abdomen. He looked up asking a silent question and getting a node in response. He gently placed his hand. "I'm going to be a dad?" he hugged his boyfriend and didn't want to let go.

"You already are, hyung," giggled Jimin as he hugged back. "But yeah."

Hearing a small cry from the room broke them out of their trance. They released each other and walked towards the room and found their son hiding under the covers with small whimpers filling the room.

"Hey, it's okay," cooed Yoongi as he sat on the bed and rubbed Jungguk's back. "Want to tell me what happened?"

The boy stuck he head out the blankets, "scawy dweam," he whimpered. He unwrapped himself and climbed onto his father's lap and curled into a ball. "S-scawy," he repeated.

Jimin climbed into bed and sat next the father and son and watched their interaction with a smile like he always did. Being a father seemed like second nature to Yoongi. The way he was always so quick to answer his son's questions, play with him, make him food (instant noodles. Don't tell Seokjin). He disciplined their son – Jimin wasn't one of those 'You weren't in his life so you don't have a right' kind of parent.

He had always imagined how Yoongi would have looked holding a new born Jungguk and he would fall asleep with the boy in his arms. He placed his hand over his small baby bump (leave his alone, he swears he feels something) and smiles.

"-heart?" Yoongi's voice broke brought him back to earth. "You, okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking," his eyes disappeared. "What were you saying?"

"I had just asked our son a question and I wanted to know what you thought about it?" Yoongi looked down at his son and smiled. "Again, since your Appa was ignoring us," he teased. "What if Abeoji and Appa got married?"

They younger's eyes widened. Either he heard wrong or did Yoongi just propose to him via their son?

"Yesh," was their son's reply but Jimin didn't hear it.