Namjoon saw Yoongi fidgeting with his little backpack as he unbuckled both his and his son's seatbelts. The voice of their pilot cackled through the speakers as he wished them a comfortable stay in Ilsan and thanked the passengers for flying with them. 

"Hey big guy, enough of that. We gotta go now." Namjoon quickly took Yoongi's dinosaur backpack, zipping it up. The boy crossed his arms and huffed, "I was just going to do that!" 

Despite the obvious age and size difference, Namjoon apologized to his three year old before taking him in his arms and started walking off towards the flight exit. The boy kept kicking his feet, anxiously waiting to get to his Eomma as quickly as possible. In the next fifteen minutes, he'd collected their bags and was now just as ready and excited to see Jin as his son. Seokjin must have needed him so much, he thought bitterly, and yet he wasn't there-he'd missed the funeral. And it was all because of the stupid weather that his flight got cancelled, but yet again, he couldnt be there. Just like he couldn't be there all those times his son had needed him too. Seokjin told him otherwise but Namjoon couldn't help but feel like he wasn't doing enough for his family. 

With a deep sigh, he pushed up his glasses and smiled at his son, "let's go see Eomma Yoongi!" And to his relief, his son cracked a grin and nodded. Even Yoongi was starting to get annoyed with him after a while, there was only so much of his clumsiness that his three year old could tolerate apparently. After a while of misplacing pots and pans and almost burning the kitchen down, Namjoon had settled for pizza on the first day and then everyday after too-Yoongi had simply shook his head and walked off. Feeling bad, Namjoon had sincerely told Yoongi that he was sad he couldn't cook like Eomma but Yoongi had smiled and patted his head like he was forgiven. Really, their son was one of a kind.

Walking out of the Airport, it hadn't taken him too long to find his husband's warm brown orbs searching for his own. Seeing the familiar face, if only after a little while, was just so overwhelming that Namjoon almost shouted out loud. His mind flooded with emotions; relief, of course. And love. And guilt.

"Jin Hyung!" And soon enough, his warm eyes were focused at him. He saw Jin breathe out shakily and smile while waving at them as he made his way over to the waiting man. It was only on getting closer that he noticed a smaller figure holding onto his husband's legs with tiny hands.

"Eomma!" Yoongi reached out from his place in Namjoon's arms and Seokjin gladly reached out and held the squirming boy, "My baby, eomma missed you so much!" And just like that Jin was breaking down a little and Yoongi was smiling the widest he had in the whole week and god knows how hard Namjoon had to try to not break down into tears himself. He settled for softly pushing his husband's hair back from his face and Jin closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. The moment was gone once Namjoon felt a tug on his pants and Namjoon looked down to find a small boy looking at him with all the wonder in his eyes, "Who?"

Namjoon got down on his knees and grinned at the staring boy, ruffling his hair a bit, "Hey Hobi!" The little boy's eyes widened and he scrambled to get behind Jin as quickly as possible. Jin let out an amused snort and passed Yoongi back to Namjoon so he could hold up the little boy, "Hey Hobi, its okay! This is uncle Namjoon. Can you say that? Uncle Joon?"

"...Joon?"

"Fair enough. And this here, is Yoongi Hyung. Yoongi, this is Hobi, your dongsaeng~"

The reactions from both boys were almost comically contradicting. Almost. Because it really wasn't funny when Yoongi's eyes widened and then settled on something hurt and angry. On the other hand, Hoseok was grinning so big, his eyes almost disappeared as he called out a loud "Hyung!"

The drive back to the Kim's House made both adults feel like they were drowning in deafening silence as both of them couldn't bring themselves to talk, not when Yoongi wouldn't say a word to anyone while Hobi tried his best to talk to him in the backseat. The younger settled on smiling at his 'Hyung',the concept extremely exciting to him while Yoongi glared at the back of Namjoon's seat. Jin turned back to look at them a couple of times while driving, shooting Namjoon worried looks every time, and he didnt have to look back to know what was going on. They screwed up.

They'd always known how sensitive Yoongi could be, of course they should've been more careful...but how could they do anything that would hurt the younger boy, specially when he needed them so much. They needed to figure out a way to take care of both boys...and Namjoon was already having a migraine thinking about it.

When they got back to the Kim's place, Namjoon waited outside while Jin went in to get his bags, knowing fully well that he wasn't welcome in the house. They wouldnt have come at all if not for the fact that Yoongi needed his grandparents in his life too-they always wanted all the best things for their son. He tried for a polite smile when Mrs. Kim walked out to greet her grandson but on being coldly neglected, he let the smile fall off his face and settled for watching the woman drown his son in hugs and kisses. At least Yoongi looked a little happier now, but it was gone soon as the woman then proceeded to hug Hobi. Yoongi scowled and rushed to sit inside the car once again. Namjoon knew he needed to talk to the boy but he really didn't know how to handle it. Jin was back soon and his dishevelled appearance sent his mind reeling.

His husbands eyes were red and puffy, hair in a mess and his hands were shaking badly as he unceremoniously dumped his bags in the backseat of the car, startling Yoongi who was already sitting there. "...Jin?" He ignored Namjoon and simply grabbed Hobi's hand and brought him well to sit in the car as well before going around the back of the car to sit shotgun as well. Namjoon took the hint and slipped into the driver's seat, strapping his seatbelt while occasionally glancing at Jin who had his eyes tightly shut. Namjoon's brows furrowed on their own and he simply reached to hold his husband's hand. Jin intertwined his shaking fingers with Namjoon's steady ones, willing himself to calm down, Namjoon figured, as they drove off and the figure of Jin's mother became smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. He kissed his fingers and kept holding on to his hand even if it made driving a little difficult. They would talk once they were alone.

They drove to the hotel in silence, they were to stay for a while as their flight back to Seoul was well past midnight. As soon as they got there, Yoongi rushed to hang on to Jin's hand before Hobi could. Namjoon scooped up the younger in his arms, earning a glare and angry pout from his elder son.

"Eomma, I'm hungry."

"Taptop Hobi hungry too!"

Jin was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice what was going on, but Namjoon saw it alright. Yoongi was doing everything in his power to keep Jin and himself away from the youngest. So it was only expected when everything fell apart when it was finally time for dinner. Jin was about to feed Yoongi when Hoseok hopped over to the duo, waiting with expecting eyes for the man to feed him as well- Seokjin had smiled and started to scoop up a bite of his rice with chopsticks when Yoongi held his hand, restraining him. 

"Eomma no."

Hoseok was already biting his lips in nervousness and hurt but by the time Namjoon could get to them, Yoongi screamed, "NO! My Eomma, my Appa, don't feed him!"

"Yoongi-baby listen,"

"NO!"

Hoseok's big eyes were shining with unshed tears as he looked at both the adults with a heartbroken look in his eyes, " Eomma where?" Yoongi was now physically holding onto one of Jin's legs and Namjoon's hand, pulling them away from the younger, " My Appa! Not yours. My Eomma. My!"

Hoseok slowly turned around, ignoring Jin's calls that had Yoongi screaming and crying again. The parents made eye contact and Namjoon could see his husband falling apart-he was too emotionally spent to have to do deal with this. It was all Namjoon's fault anyway, he could've said something to Yoongi earlier, or fed Hoseok by himself, or-

"Eomma?" Hoseok called out timidly and the both of them knew who he was calling out for.

"Eomma where? Eomma? Eom-ma, H-hobi miss y-you." The boy was sobbing now and Namjoon's heart clenched painfully at the sight. He slowly untangled himself from Yoongi, whose eyes were wide in shock too. He knew his son didn't wouldn't hurt anyone intentionally. He walked over to Hoseok and tried to hug him but the boy flinched away from his touch and cried harder.

"Eomma! Appa! Where, w-where...H-hobi will b-be nice! H-hobi sor-sorry. Eomma! Don't go!" 

"Hey, hey Hoseokie~ listen to me. Come here, come here." Namjoon held onto the crying boy, caressing his hair and wiping his tears as best as he could, "Hobi's a very good boy,he doesn't have to say sorry, come on. Uncle Joon will get you something. Does Hoseokie like Tteokbokki? Hmm?" The boy wailed and cried for his mother but eventually calmed down enough to listen to Namjoon's soothing voice and ate a bit before going back to crying silently and falling asleep like that. Namjoon's heart broke once again as he tucked in the sleeping boy and dimmed the lights for him. He then went to look for his husband and Yoongi. He found Jin on the couch with Yoongi staring at his lap beside him. Seokjin was crying too and by the quivering of his lips, he could tell Yoongi wasn't that far from it either. Namjoon kissed his husband on the forehead before gathering Yoongi in his arms and settling down beside them.

"I'm sowwy appa." The boy muttered and a tear trickled down his cheek. Seokjin quickly reached out to wipe it away. Yoongi whimpered at the touch and looked at Jin with big, guilty eyes.

"Shh no, its okay Yoongi, you didn't know better."

"Appa...that boy was...you were-will you leave me?" Yoongi kept shaking and they rushed to reassure him that they would never leave him. Ever. 

"Yoongi-ah, Hobi misses his eomma. We should take care of him okay?"

The boy nodded quickly and apologized yet again, his tiny frame shaking with the effort to stop crying. "No Yoongi, dont cry, shh, its fine." Seokjin pulled him into his lap and kissed away the tears. Finally, after a lot of coaxing and soothing words, Yoongi had fallen asleep with his head lying on Seokjin's lap and legs splayed across Namjoon's. 

There was a moment of silence where Seokjin ran his fingers through Yoongi's hair and Namjoon silently debated how to approach the subject while he watched Jin's fingers card through the boy's dark locks. Before he could say anything, Jin spoke up," Joonie..."

Namjoon couldn't take how Jin wouldn't look him in the eye when he spoke, watching his shaky fingers instead.

"Joonie, he wouldn't let me take Hobi. Mother said...she'd said it was n-noona's last wish and he didn't want-to let me, b-because I w-would ruin h-his life just l-like I ruined mine. B-because I w-wouldnt r-raise him right, j-just like I was p-probably ruining Yoongi's life t-too-"

"Hyung, Hyung shh, no. Come here," Namjoon wrapped his arms around his husband's shaking frame as Jin buried his crying face in the crook of his neck. Namjoon willed himself to push down all the anger and resentment he was feeling and tried to focus on the more important issue; Jin.

"Hyung you and I both know that this is not true. You're the best parent Yoongi could have," Namjoon rubbed his husband's shoulder gently as Seokjin's sobs died down, "Noona wanted you to have Hobi right? Mm? Its because of course you'd be able to raise him well--I, I know, your father doesn't think so, but there's not much we can do about that right? He-he has...old views, I'm sorry, but don't cry, no." At the mention of his father, Jin let out a particularly loud sob but then he slowly started to calm down, "You shouldn't think too much about this, okay? Yeah? We'll be awesome to Hobi, we'd be the uncles or we can be his parents, I dunno, we'll be whatever he needs us to be. We'll be the best ing guardians in the entire universe-lets prove your father wrong-not that we have to, because Yoongi's enough proof. We're capable of raising beautiful humans." And Namjoon ended his little speech with a kiss to Jin's forehead. Much to his relief, there was a small smile blossoming on his lover's face as his crying slowed down to occasional sniffles.

"Joon-ah, " Jin called out in a soft mumble, "Yoongi's right here. Watch your language." 

Namjoon chuckled and muttered a little 'see? awesome parenting' and kissed his cheek and Jin smiled a little more.

"Yoongi's going to hurt his neck, let's get him on the bed." And Namjoon stood up, holding his son in his arms as carefully as he could and took him to a room inside their suite, and laid him down on the bed next to Hoseok's tiny sleeping form. He shut the lights and closed the door on his way out, ignoring a faint shuffling sound from inside.

Namjoon settled down on the couch again, immediately pulling Seokjin in with him and wrapped his arms around him yet again. Jin sighed in contentment, kissing Namjoon's jaw softly before letting his eyes close and head rest against his husband's shoulder. "Namjoonie, do you think Yoongi'll get mad when he wakes up?"

"I don't think so Hyung. He's a nice kid, I bet he didn't want to hurt Hoseok on purpose--he's just sensitive with the whole concept of, you know, having to share his parents with someone."

"Hmm, I know. We could've handled it better." Seokjin let out a sigh but suddenly tensed up soon after, "Did you hear that? Are the boys awake?"

"No Jin I just switched off the lights."

"Oh well, Hoseok's afraid of the dark so--I, umm, let's just check okay?"

Reluctantly, Namjoon let go and the both of them stood up, making their way to the room the boys were sharing,in the middle of which another sound was heard and Jin shot Namjoon a 'told ya' look.

They opened the door, slowly switching the lights back on, the sight surprising them so much that Namjoon almost stumbled back a few steps. There on the bed, Yoongi and Hoseok were lying looking startled with their eyes wide open--hugging.

"Boys, is everything okay?" Jin asked softly, so as to not scare away Yoongi, who already looked so embarrassed that he could've simply run away, or to startle Hobi, who looked positively sleepy now that he had gotten over the surprise of them entering the room.

It was Yoongi who spoke first, in a voice so small that Namjoon thought he'd imagined it, but there was no way he could've imagined the words that tumbled out of his son's mouth, "H-Hobi was scared but I couldn't sleep. With lights. So I promised to protect him."

"You what." Namjoon couldn't help but blurt out for which Seokjin smacked his arm.

Yoongi repeated the sentence anyway, "to protect Hobi."

The younger boy was already close to falling asleep again and mumbled a little 'night-night hyungie' before clutching onto Yoongi's waist and closing his eyes. Yoongi's face was bright red but he didn't make any moves to shift from his position.

"Okay. Okay. Thanks Yoongi. Thanks for taking care of your dongsaeng baby, you're the best hyung. Good night." And a proud beaming Seokjin switched off the lights and left the room, pulling his frozen husband behind him, before shutting the door.

Namjoon was so surprised that Jin couldn't help but snort, "Looks like we won't have to fix anything. The babies are getting along!" Jin was grinning and a crooked smile replaced Namjoon's awestruck expression--Seokjin looked just so happy despite the messy hair and red puffed eyes that he couldnt help but lean in to kiss his husband. Slowly pulling him away, he threw his arm around the other's waist and started leading them to their bedroom, " I don't believe this."

Seokjin chuckled quietly, "Hoseok's a very charming child. I bet they'll be an adorable duo when Yoongi opens up to him completely." 

"I'm sure he will hyung, now let's go sleep, gotta wake up early tomorrow for the flight. Gonna set the alarm..." Namjoon let go to grab his phone from his jeans pocket.

"You probably won't have to though, Hoseokie wakes up at around 5 everyday and won't stop screaming and jumping till everyone's up." Jin let out a fond chuckle.

Namjoon shot his husband an incredulous look, "You're kidding right?--looks like they aren't going to get along that well then. Do you know how Yoongi looks when you wake him up a minute before he's supposed to wake up?" His husband proceeded to make the most ridiculous face he could, flopping down on the bed with a loud oomph.

Seokjin laughed that squeaky laugh that Namjoon adored before shutting the door of their room behind him, ready to join his husband in bed and finally, finally sleep peacefully after such a long time.