"Dad?" Hoseok blinked at Namjoon. "How are babies made?" 

Namjoon spit out the bitter coffee he was drinking and looked at his son. Hoseok was staring at his dad now with disgust as he carefully wiped away the traces of spit from his face. "Baby, aren't you a little too young to ask that?" He tried to get out of the uncomfortable position. 

"But dad!" Hoseok whined. "Why can't you just tell me?!"

"Hoseok, it's a really complicated thing," Namjoon tried again. Hoseok huffed out his cheeks, clearly annoyed. "I'll tell you on your next birthday."

"I want to know now!" Hoseok yelled and gripped Namjoon's shirt. "Tell me!"

"Tell you what Hoseok?" Jin asked as he entered the room. Namjoon let out a breath of relief and tried to loosen Hoseok's strong grip. Even if the boy was young he was stronger than Namjoon himself. 

"He wants to know how babies are made," Namjoon looked at his husband, telling him to help him with his eyes. 

"Oh, Hoseok, you're too young for that!" Jin laughed and caressed the boy's cheek.

"No I'm not!" Hoseok pouted as he looked from Namjoon to Jin. "I'm old enough to know."

"You're not, trust me," Jin said and walked towards the kitchen. "Do you want chicken for lunch?"

"Chicken?" Hoseok asked, "Of course!" He yelled and happily skipped to help his dad prepare lunch, the question already forgotten.