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Magical Jin [Min Yoongi Fam]

I'm nearing 200 chapters in my BTS Stuff book so I guess the M.Y.F. stories will continue on here.

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Magical Jin

"Oh magic fairy Gods, when will I finally have another son as great and sexy like me? When will my heart be taken by another woman who won't ever abandon me and write an insulting song about our relationship now?" Yoongi, the now single man, asked to the magic fairy Gods while he sat in front of his Bay window and stared at the moon with sad eyes.

"When, magic fairy Gods? When??!"

Yoongi got no response whatsoever, so he deeply sighed and practically dragged his feet towards his bed as he pouts.

When the guy was all bundled up in his blankets, he let a lone tear run down his pale cheek, then he fell into a deep slumber dreaming about another son that he hopes will come soon.

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The next morning, Yoongi woke up and his eyes were puffy and hurt like Hell.

"Had I been crying while I slept?" he asked himself as he lay on his bed, still slightly bundled up, and stared at the white ceiling.

He first checked his watch, which read five o'clock in the morning, and he frowned, simply remembering how his past wife would always wake up at that time and serve him breakfast in bed.

"No more breakfast-in-bed surprises for me, I guess," he muttered.

Yoongi didn't feel too motivated to stand up and make his own food, so he spent a good twenty minutes praying that his first thirteen year old son, Woozi, would come to his room and rant to him about his dream until their stomach's growled and demanded for something to digest.

Unfortunately, Woozi wasn't much of an affectionate, social person anymore. When Yoongi's ex-wife was still around, little Woozi would always barge into their room and jump on both of them while screaming about how he had a dream about twelve other boys kidnapping him while wearing pink suits.

Now that she was gone, and now that Yoongi's son was old enough to talk back and make his own choices, Woozi kept to himself--- and Yoongi wasn't sure if it was the puberty or not--- and ignored his father at all costs even if he knew it wasn't Yoongi's fault she had left them.

"I miss my mom. I love her, not you, so don't ever talk to me again, Min Yoongi!"

"Min Woozi, do not talk to me as if I'm a criminal. I'm your father and you should know it was your mom's decision to leave us!"

"Whatever! Just don't talk to me!"

Yoongi sighed.

He knows his son is probably still being his emo self in his bedroom across the hallway.

"When will someone love me?"

Just then, a tiny and chubby hand landed on Yoongi's face.

"HOLY SHIT, THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING!" he yelled out loud.