Bᴀʙʏ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ °ˢᵒᵖᵉ°└ᵒⁿ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ┐

Prologue

At first little Min Yoongi, only 3 years old, did not want to go.

"Yoongi, don't be rude, please darling.  Or we'll be late, cooperate with mom a bit, okay?" Replied Min Hyorin, his mother, between snorts and a little struggle when trying to dress him.

But the little boy completely refused to put on those jean pants.  Knowing that, whenever he wore those pants, his mother would not allow him to play, or color his favorite book, or anything that could damage the fabric because, as is already obvious, he could stain or tear it;  and Yoongi was already too used to always being in his pajama pants, the one that allowed him to run around and play freely without any problem.

"No!  I do not want!"

Mrs. Min, already somewhat tired from all the screaming and kicking, frowned at him and crossed her arms.

"Enough, Min Yoongi!  If you don't let me change your clothes right now, I'll..." She left her words in the air while she thought of some threat that would allow her to negotiate with his little boy.

She quickly scanned the room with her eyes and internally celebrated when she came across a certain stuffed animal in particular that was her son's adoration.  She pointed at him quickly and her brow furrowed deeply, trying to look more intimidating.

"If you keep behaving this way, I'll give your kumamon to another boy who wants it!” she threatened.

The little boy, hearing that, opened his eyes and lips in horror.  Getting out of bed to go look for it and return with said stuffed animal in his little hands.  He held him against his cheek and looked at his mother as if she had said a very, very terrible thing.

"No!  Kumamon, mine!” he yelled in denial.  Then, at that, his mother raised an eyebrow and shook the garment that she was holding in her hands.  Yoongi clearly read her warning in her gaze and her movements so, very reluctantly, he let his mother run his pants over his little legs.

Mrs. Min, sighing somewhat tired but at the same time happy because her child already had his pants on, leaned down to kiss his cheek with affection.

"HyunSoo!"  She yelled, calling for her eldest son, who was only ten years old.  The boy quickly entered the room, looking at his mother with curious eyes. "Please, honey, can you help your mother and finish dressing your brother?"  She asked pouting, to which HyunSoo nodded obediently, and with a small smile. "Oh thank you baby."  I'll go help your father with the tie.  He must be a mess, ugh."

The woman quickly left the room between snorts and murmurs;  once the infants were left alone, the oldest of them looked at the youngest raising an eyebrow, approaching while he grabbed the shirt that his mother left perfectly ironed on the bed.

"Hyung, I don't want to go," he complained pouting, raising his arms to facilitate the task for his brother.  This shirt was secretly - although not so much for others - his favorite;  all because of the Kumamon embroidery that he had in one corner.

"We must go, they are our parents' friends.  Dad showed me a photo, the baby is a sweetie" he squealed excitedly as he combed his brother's hair back, laughing at how funny and disheveled he looked.  Yoongi complained about it and he went back to combing it accordingly, accommodating a small unruly strand there, another there and, finally, pinching his matching cheek once finished "You don't want to meet him, Yoongi?

The pale boy crossed his arms and denied.

"No, I want to stay asleep. I can stay by myself now"

His brother made a strange sound of tenderness and hugged his little brother with strength.