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Hobi was practically running through the school hallway, breath unsteady.

The principal had called again — again — and he already knew who the culprits were.

He reached the office, pushed the door open, and saw his two sons standing there with their heads lowered like guilty puppies.

Hobi shot them an angry look before taking the seat across from the principal.

Principal: “Mr. Min, I warned them last time. This behaviour cannot continue. They will be suspended for a week. Consider this their final warning.”

Hobi: “It won’t happen again. I’m sorry on their behalf.”

The principal dismissed them, and Vmin silently followed Hobi outside like two shadows trying not to exist.

The moment they stepped out of the school gates, Hobi spotted Jungkook standing there with a small backpack and soft eyes.

Hobi (softening instantly): “Come, Kook. You’re staying with us for a few days, remember? Your parents went to visit your grandparents.”

Jungkook: “Okay… then I’ll stay with Mumma Hobi!”

Behind him, Tae leaned toward Jimin and whispered:

Tae: “The little one is coming with us.”

Jimin: “We shall have… fun.”

Hobi: “You two! Come here.”

And with exaggerated sighs, the brothers followed.

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At the Mansion

Hobi pressed his fingertips to his temple.

Hobi: “What am I supposed to tell your dad? Why you’re home in the middle of the day?”

Tae: “We’re sorry…”

Hobi: “Go to your rooms. Kook, freshen up, sweetheart.”

Jungkook nodded and skipped away.

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Evening

Yoongi came home with blood-shot eyes — the kind that warned everyone in the house to behave.

Hobi handed him a glass of water. Yoongi took it without a word.

Then he noticed a tiny head peeking from the kitchen doorway.

Yoongi: “Who is that?”

Hobi: “Kook. Baby, come here.”

Jungkook padded over with pouty lips. Yoongi’s expression instantly softened.

Yoongi: “How’s school?”

Jungkook: “Good! I got full  marks in the test.”

Yoongi ruffled his hair.

Then he turned to Hobi with a raised brow.

Yoongi: “Why did the principal call me?”

Hobi: “N-nothing serious, they just—”

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