Best of Me

Chapter 37: Breathless

"Yoongi hyung, please," Jeongguk pleaded, doe-eyes large as he clasped his hands around Yoongi's bicep. The older man glowered, his cat eyes no longer filled with affection and warmth, but cold, uncaring exhaustion.

Minjun's cries could be heard throughout their home, reverberating like a somber reminder of why the older was carrying a duffel bag in his hand and his eyes were hollow as they stared at Jeongguk.

Hot, salty tears were rolling down his face, his hand gripping Yoongi's bicep so tightly he briefly wondered if he was hurting the other, but the pain in his heart was clouding his mind as it scrambled to find a way to keep the other here.

He had lost so many people in his life. The idea of the man he loved walking out the front door of their shared home was enough to send him into hysterics. Minjun's crying in the background wasn't helping, causing his mind to flicker between the man he loved, and his son.

"Hyung, please," he begged again, another wave of tears falling. Yoongi grunted, wrenching his arm away with a heavy scowl that had painted over his kitten features. Jeongguk flinched, recoiling as if he had been burned.

"I'm so fucking tired, Jeongguk. I can't do this anymore!" Yoongi snapped, a pained expression crossing his features as he examined the other's stricken features. "I have classes, Minjun is crying all the time. I can't keep up with it anymore. I can barely function since he keeps waking me up. I'm not made for kids. I am not made for this life. I'm tired."

Grief slammed into him as he stared into those dark eyes.

"My love for you doesn't matter when it doesn't make me happy anymore."

"Hyung, I need you. Minjun needs you," Jeongguk murmured, eyes flickering back towards his face in hopes that he will see something there. A flash of the man that he had seen with Minjun and that he wouldn't leave the four year old.

He would leave him.

"I'm sorry, Guk."

"-Guk! Jeongguk! Wake up, baby, come on," Yoongi's panicked, rasping voice broke through the harsher one that he had heard moments ago, reverberating through his head. It echoed dully, stealing Jeongguk's air.

There was soft crying coming from somewhere nearby, a little baby's sniffles that warned somewhere in the back of Jeongguk's mind that Minjun was in their bedroom.

Gasping, Jeongguk's eyes flew open, peering into a pair of worried black eyes and handsome face washed with fear. At seeing him awake, he exhaled, pulling Jeongguk's limp body into his arms and securing him there.

"You're alright, you're safe. Everything is alright," Yoongi muttered his large hands grasping at the fabric of his white shirt. With trembling hands, he grasped onto the shirt that Yoongi must have put on himself somewhere in the night.

The scent of him tangled in his nose, soothing the racing of his mind as Yoongi rocked him back and forth, hands rubbing soothing circles against his back. Tears started rolling as he remembered what he had dreamed, remembered the fear of this man leaving.

He felt movement on his left, and when he turned he saw his son. Minjun was in his pajamas, hair mussed and sticking up in five different directions, his blanket clasped tightly in his hands while he stood with tear tracks on his cheeks and sniffles.

"Daddy?" the baby murmured, sniffling again as he wiped his snotty nose on the back of his sleeve. He sounded so sweet, so worried, as he reached out and held open his arms. "Hug make better?"

Chuckling, he nodded before he swooped his baby into his arms and buried his face back into Yoongi's awaiting hold. The older smiled, rocking the two gently as he pressed feather kisses along Jeongguk's temple and his hands running over Minjun.