Min(t) Yoongi was absolutely furious. Who the hell does that ty horse cop think he is? Hitting on my precious ChimChim?! He fumed, his right eye twitching dangerously. He glared at the last coffee of the day, willing it into a black hole. Why? Because it was Jung Ho-'s order. Who the hell orders an Americano at seven in the evening?

   "Yah, Hobi hyung, that tickles!" Jimin's adorable giggle rang out, causing Yoongi's heart to both seize up and harden. Again, why? Jimin's giggle was quite possibly his favorite sound. Ever. However, at the moment, Yoongi was not the cause of the giggle. Which was a problem. Yoongi, in short, was furious. (And extremely a little jealous. But you'd never hear him say that. Ever.) 

   Snatching the drink off of the counter, Yoongi stomped over to the register where the rest of the gay s men and Sung were. Taehyung and his new bunny cop of a boyfriend were giggling and speaking quietly to each other, not too far from the other pair. Jimin and Hoseok were the complete opposite; the duo was loud and rambunctious, almost (quite literally) bouncing off the walls. They did everything loudly; they told jokes loudly, they laughed loudly and they spoke loudly. Sung was in the middle, happily playing with who ever would talk to her, but she was also perfectly content with playing by herself. Namjoon and Jin had finally stopped making out long enough to emerge from Jin's office and socialize (The two were actually just socializing with each other. In fact, all three pairs did it and Sung just kind of...drifted from pair to pair.) He paused. Yoongi reluctantly admitted to himself that both pairs looked good. Not only did they look well together, but their personalities seemed to fit together, like puzzle pieces.

  The iron fist of doubt punched Yoongi in the chest, knocking the breath from his lungs. What if he regrets us? I mean, it's been almost a year and six months...that's a long time to be with someone, right? Yoongi felt his anxiety creeping up his spine, slowly clawing up to his throat, paralyzingly him. What if I can't be who he needs me to be? What if I'm not good enough for him? Yoongi felt dread weighing like a stone in his gut. What if he really is seeing Hoseok behind my back? I'd like to think he wouldn't do that, but he just has so much love to share...Yoongi's chest got heavier and heavier with the weight of fear, making it hard to breathe properly. What if I'm too grumpy? What if he thinks I don't love him? His emotions were spiraling out of control. What if I don't give him enough attention? His heart was pounding. What if-?

  "Yoongi!" Jimin screeched, breaking Yoongi out of his trance. Yoongi blinked once. Twice. Three times. He felt an odd sensation of hot liquid running down the front of his clothes. Am I sweating? He wondered, completely bewildered. He looked down and found that he had squeezed the cup a little too hard, causing the cup to explode. Jimin was by his side in an instant, feverishly checking all over his boyfriend, his face set in an uncharacteristic frown.

   Yoongi blinked once. Twice. Three times. Everybody was talking all at once. Taehyung looked concerned while the two partners had equal expressions of bewilderment. Everybody was staring. Stop looking at me. All of them were trying to ask questions, their voices combing and slurring together in a messy crescendo, causing his head to pulse. Too much noise. Yoongi felt his breathing pick up again. Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! He pressed his hands to his forehead, dropping the useless cup to the ground. He felt pressure building up in his chest and head. Well, . What a great time to get an anxiety attack. 

  "SHUT UP!" He screamed, his thoughts bursting out of his mouth, voice cracking in the middle, chest heaving. He was still hyperventilating and he couldn't seem to calm down. Jimin was the only one that didn't seem phased as understanding finally dawned on his face. He reached out a cautious, small hand and gently tugged one of Yoongi's hands off of his forehead. He laced their fingers together and gave a gentle squeeze with a smile to match. 

  "Come on, hyung. Let's go get you cleaned up." Jimin's tender voice brought tears to Yoongi's eyes. I don't deserve him. Jimin lead him to the staff room, locking the door behind them. Jimin looked at his boyfriend, expression terrifyingly blank. He had learned from the best, after all. 

  Yoongi kept his eyes on the floor. Whether it was out of shame, or embarassment from his outburst he couldn't tell. Maybe it was a little bit of both. Why do I always mess things up? He growled to himself, a scowl fixed on his face. Jimin hummed sweetly as he swiftly untied his boyfriend's apron, taking care to not yank too hard on the strings. Even now he's so...gentle, so sweet so...Jimin. So perfect. Why is he still with me? Yoongi hated that doubt kept digging a deeper hole in his heart. And yet...he couldn't help it. He couldn't help that he was insecure, or that he got jealous and protective...and possessive. He couldn't help but be weary every time Jimin made yet another new friend, yet another potential threat he had to be cautious about. Yoongi couldn't help but be himself. Jealous and kind of depressed, but also, somehow, emotionally constipated.

  "Would you like to tell me what that was about?" Jimin asked calmly, moving in to the buttons on Yoongi's formerly white shirt. He swallowed. Shook his head. 

  "Not particularly," He mumbled, fidgeting with the rings on his hands. Jimin narrowed his eyes slightly. 

  "Well, it looked to me like you had an anxiety attack." Jimin mused, handing Yoongi another shirt to change into, "What was it about? You haven't had one since..." He trailed off, understanding blooming across his chubby cheeks. Yoongi flushed, ashamed and angered at the memory. He was ashamed because of his rather poor handling of the aftermath. This wasn't the first time Yoongi had gotten jealous of Hoseok's flirting. The first time...the fist time had been much messier. Hoseok hadn't known Jimin was with Yoongi. The dance instructor/police officer had been hitting on Jimin like he was severely dehydrated and Jimin was the last glass of water on the earth. The end result, when Yoongi witnessed the scene, had not been good. At all.

    But now, if it was possible, he was even more angry. He was angry because Jung Hosek was hitting on his boyfriend like there had been no tomorrow. Cheeky little bastard; who the hell does he think he is? Jimin's eyes had softened considerably. 

  "Yoongi...you know you're the only one for me, right? Hoseok hyung is only a friend. Besides, he's straighter than a bean pole." Jimin chuckled. "He only jokes around like that to piss you off." Yoongi said nothing as he buttoned up his shirt. I used to be straighter than a bean pole. 

  "Yoongi," He called softly, grasping his much larger hands, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over his boyfriend's knuckles, "I love you." Yoongi instantly deflated. All of the anger, and jealously, and insecurity, just - whoosh. Went away. Flushed out of his system, burned away by the blazing sun that is Park Jimin.

  Jimin doesn't say anything when Yoongi bursts into tears. Jimin doesn't say anything when Yoongi sobs on his shoulder. Jimin especially doesn't say anything when Yoongi pulls away and wipes at his red eyes with shaking hands. He only smiles his precious eye smile he reserves for his hyung on his bad days. 

                         "I love you too, Jimin."

    "Kim Namjoon, I swear to everything that you haven't broken yet, if you break another one of my plates, I'll break your neck." Jin glowered at his boyfriend, one hand raised as if to stop him. Namjoon froze. The poor plate in question was currently being dried by the God of Destrucrion. Normally this wouldn't be a problem if a) the person drying the dishes wasn't Namjoon or b) Namjoon hadn't broken eleven other plates before that. 

  "I'll just take that," Taehyung chuckled nervously, gingerly taking the plate away from his destructive hyung. Namjoon blushed and stepped away, closer to Jin. The oldest Kim sighed in relief. 

  After Jimin had taken Yoongi in the back to clean up and calm down, Hoseok and Jungkook left with promises to come back. That left clean up duty to Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung. Sung, exhausted from entertaining customers (and distracting her oppas), stumbled over to a booth and promptly fell asleep. But not without multiple questions about her oppa's health, of course.

  "Appa, will Yoongi oppa be ok?"

    "Namjoonie oppa, why did Yoongi oppa spill the coffee?"

  "Appa, why was Yoongi oppa crying?"

  "Did Jiminie oppa make Yoongi oppa cry?"

   "Sung-ah, I think it's time for you to sleep." Jin finally said, his head pounding with exhaustion. Sung pouted up at her father. 

   "I just want to make sure Yoongi oppa is ok." Jin had to smile at that. He ruffled her hair affectionately and reassured her that her oppa would be just fine. Namjoon chose that moment to walk up and drape his arm over his elder's shoulders. He grinned at his little charge. 

   "Your Yoongi oppa is as tough as nails, Sung-ah. You don't have to worry your pretty little head of yours over him, ok?" Namjoon chuckled as he bent down to tickle her. Sung giggled adorably and ran away from her oppa's dexterous fingers. The two ran around the deserted café, shrieking with laughter. Jin called them off when Namjon tripped over a chair and somehow broke it. With his face. (Good job, Namjoon.) Thankfully, it was just a nose-bleed. Jin laid Sung down in a booth where he could see her and took Namjoon into the bathroom to clean him up. Again. (They somehow manage to not make out the whole time. Both men knew that if they got caught up in their...activities, they wouldn't be able to stop. Not that either would complain about that, but...)

   "Yah, Kim Taehyung, stop poking my nose! That hurts!" Namjoon whined nasally. Jin rolled his eyes at the two children men. Taehyung snickered at his hyung's pain. 

   "But it changes colors!" He protested, not really that upset. Jin sighed and gave Taehyung and Namjoon The Look. Both idiots men shut up instantly. You see, Kim Seokjin has a look, The Look. The Look is, basically, a glare of motherly disappointment times a couple thousand. It was intense, to say the least. If one (Or several.) of the boys were being especially idiotic, he would use The Look. It was effective 11/10 times. 

   "Appa," A tired Sung asked groggily as she tugged on her father's pants, "Can we go home, now?" Jin smiled softly at his adorable daughter. Too bad her mother isn't here to see it. He thought, almost bitter. Really, he couldn't complain. He had a lovely daughter, a handsome (destructive) boyfriend, supportive friends, a successful business and excellent employees. He couldn't ask for more.

   But he still had a tiny black spot on his golden heart that would always be reserved for Sung's mother. The spot wasn't enough to truly bother him, but he was worried. Worried that he would be too haunted by memories to enjoy what's in front of him. Worried that he would lose sight of his goals, his passions. Worried that he might let opportunities slip through his fingers like the sands of time.

   "Just as soon as your Yoongi oppa is feeling better, ok Sung-ah?" The little girl gave a tired nod as she rubbed her eyes sleepily. Namjoon walked over to his charge and picked her up, cooing to her softly. Jin watched with a smile, the black spot on his heart shrinking a little. We'll be ok.

   "Hyung?" Namjoon called quietly, cradling a drowsy Sung. Jin hummed in response as he wiped down the counter. He hadn't realized he was doing it until Namjoon disrupted his train of thought. He frowned at that.

   "Hyung, are you ok?" Namjoon asked in concern, frowning slightly. Jin smiled tenderly at him and nodded. He put down the rag he had picked up and walked to his boyfriend.

   "I'm alright, Joonie-ah. Just thinking about some things." He replied, his baby's hair. Sung nuzzles into her father's hand, sighing sleepily. He smiled at his daughter. Namjoon smiled at them both. 

   The three was so caught up in their world that they didn't notice Jimin and Yoongi had come oout of the bathroom, or that Taehyung had taken a hundred a few pictures of the trio. Jimin and Taehyung gossiped whispered loudly furiously while Yoongi rolled his eyes and bit back a smile. 

   ("Jiminie, this is too much...my eyes can't handle much more of the family aesthetic!"

    "Deal with it, TaeTae."

    "Ouch, pabo. No need to be so mean with your words."

   "Your pouts only work on Jungkookie, Taehyung."

    "Yah, both of you shut up. Let's go home, Jimin.")

    Jin and Namjoon didn't notice the three sneak out the door, too caught up in Sung's magnetic presence. Jin couldn't help but see her mother in the way her eyes were shaped and her jaw-line, the length to her hair, the small curls at the ends. Namjoon couldn't help but wonder how Jin got to be a single dad. 

   "We should go home," Jin finally muttered, kissing his daughter's forehead. Namjoon nodded silently in agreement. The two moved quietly to pack up and finish what little they had left to do around the cafe. Jin, needless to say, ended up locking the door (The morning had been a fluke; Jin can count on one hand how many times Namjoon hasn't broken his lock. He would need at least thirty hands to keep track of how many he did break.), transferring Sung to Namjoon's overly cautious hold. Jin faced his boyfriend and daughter after he locked the door, his breath catching at the sight of the two together. 

   Namjoon, all lanky, standoffish and awkward, had a gentle expression as he tenderly held the sleeping girl. Namjoon's black hair fell into his eyes, the warm, orange rays of the sunset casting shadows on his cheekbones with the shadows his long eyelashes created. Sung, although much smaller and less destructive, was bathed in a similar light with similar shadows gathering on her chubby cheeks. She had her oppa's t-shirt gripped tightly in her small fists, her thin legs wrapped around his waist and her head resting against his chest. Jin couldn't help but smile. 

   "Come on, Joonie-ah. Let's go home." He called softly, making his way to Namjoon's car. Namjoon nodded and carefully made his way to the small, worn out vehicle. Jin unlocked the car and helped buckle in a passed out Sung. Namjoon took the keys and got in the driver's seat, Jin taking the passenger side. 

   The ride home was quiet. Not because they didn't have anything to say, but because the couple wasn't the type to just chatter uselessly. The silence was comfortable, until Namjoon broke it. Like everything else he touches, goddammit Kim Namjoon.

   "Hyung..." he started nervously, tapping his fingers absentmindedly against the steering wheel. Jin only hummed and waited for the younger to continue. Sung was snoring very lightly in the back seat, oblivious to her surroundings.

   "Hyung...where is Sung's mother?" Namjoon asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the road. Jin couldn't say he wasn't expecting his questions. But that didn't make him ready for it. He in a breath, trying to organize his messy thoughts.

   "Sung's mother didn't want any children. She never had. But when she got pregnant, I convinced her to keep the baby, thinking that as soon as she held our little girl she would change her mind." Jin laughed bitterly. "I was wrong. Very wrong."

    "When Sung was born, my wife was disgusted. She refused to hold her child, or feed her. The doctor's chalked it up to post-partum depression. It only got worse. I would come home from work to Sung crying, and her diaper would be full and she would be hungry. Sung's mother...she just sat there. She let her daughter cry and waste away without a care in the world." Jin told Namjoon of Sung's horrible first two months in a sad whisper. Namjoon looked absolutely pissed. He had a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched. But he didn't stop Jin from telling his past. Namjoon only waited patiently, determined to hear the rest.

    "I came out to her as biual six month ms before we got married. She told me she was fine with it, but leading up to the wedding and after Sung's birth, there would always be these snide comments that I suppose she thought were funny. Everytime I talked to a male friend, or stayed overtime at work, she would get jealous and accuse me of cheating. She'd question me, insult me, berate me." His own part of the story was told in monotone. Namjoon took one hand off of the steering wheel to take Jin's hand, squeezing gently to show he was listening, despite his increasing anger.

   Although visiting the past was hard, Jin wouldn't allow himself to sink back into that pit of depression. Not now, not when he's got it so good. Not when he's got Sung, not when he's got Namjoon. Sweet, wonderful, genius, clumsy, beautiful Namjoon, who could help him smile and realize the world was a decent place sometimes without even realizing that he had. And Sung. Goofy, smart, creative, kind little Sung with a heart as big as the entire, never ending universe. 

   "I knew I had to get Sung out of there. I couldn't leave her home alone anymore. I couldn't handle her mother's suffocating jealousy, hatred and anger anymore. So I told her to clean up her act or leave. And she left." Jin scrubbed his face tiredly. "I got divorce papers in the mail not even two weeks later. I signed and returned them a day later and I haven't heard from her since. A week after I sent the papers in, I moved here. And then I met you." Jin smiled softly and squeezed Namjon's hand to signal he was finished. His boyfriend brought their joined hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of Jin's hand, causing him to smile softly. Without words, Jin knew. Without words, Jin knew that Namjoon was a permanent fixture in his life. 

                   Without words, Jin knew. 

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Well guys I'm officially the worst author ever. I am extremely sorry that you've had such a long wait, but school and karate have got me completely booked. That, and this story is coming to a close, my friends. I know, sad ;-;  I don't think I'll add another chapter, but I will add a few bonus chapters if you want to request scenes of certain pairings after or before this point in time. Just comment below or message me :)