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Taehyung's Dream

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"I can't believe this happened!" Jin hissed, shutting his purse after dropping his phone into it. "If he's in trouble . . . "

Namjoon struggled behind Him, tugging on his formal jacket. It was all on short notice, the school calling Jin to tell him that Taehyung got in a little bit of a hold up after the talent show that day. He was supposed to be participating with his baby choir. Jin got his suit tailored especially cutely and everything. But it seemed like Mommy was way more interested in the performance than Baby was.

"No!" Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms tightly to stop Jin from putting the robe on Taehyung. "No wan' it!"

"Kim Taehyung, you're being very naughty!" Jim scolded. "Let mommy see how it fits on you."

"NONONONO!" taehyung argued, running away in just his diaper.

The reason why Taehyung refused to put it on anymore was because Hoseok and Jimin had made fun of him for wearing a dress. Taehyung started screaming to take it off, and in the fuss he ripped it right open. Jin took that as a good thing and decided to bring it to the tailor's to get it fixed, fitted, and 'glammed up,' as he liked to say.

When Jin finally managed to get Taehyung into the robe, Taehyung started sobbing, his tiny fits moving to his eyes to block the tears.

"It looks nice, Tae!" Yoongi said encouragingly when he saw how distressed his baby brother was in Seokjin's arms. He nudged Ryan.

"Yeah, it looks beautiful, Tae," Ryan said quickly.

The two were home to do homework, and then stay in Yooongi's room to do private things.

Taehyung wouldn't relent, and when Namjoon stepped in through the door, he started screaming louder.

"Hey, what's wrong, Pumpkin Pie?"

Taehyung reached out and clasped his hands at Namjoon, crying loudly, face red and puffy.

"He doesn't like the uniform for the performance," Jin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "With all the screaming, I'm getting worry lines within the seconds."

"You still look as beautiful as the day I met you," Namjoon assured Jin.

"You met me while I was late to class without makeup or my hair done!" Jin glared at his husband.

"Let's go," Yoongi whispered to Ryan, taking his hand as he tried not to snicker too loudly.

All the bickering ended with Taehyung and Jungkook falling asleep side by side, one of each other's fists lying on the other's chest and both mouths wide open with little drool spills coming out.

"I'm sure he's not in trouble, I'm sure he just did so well they want to apply him to an Entertainment company as soon as possible," Namjoon reassured ineffectively.

Seokjin was a raging bull in Gucci and Louis Vuitton. He stomped past paintings and colorful doors and toys to get to Taehyung's teachers' room.

He knocked lightly first, then burst in to find his baby boy sitting at a chair, feet swinging above the floor, and his head bobbing gently from side to side as he hummed a tune nobody was familiar with at first.

"Ah, the Kims," the lady behind the desk said. She had a very unsteadily large body.

"Good afternoon," Namjoon began before Jin could. "We got a call about our Taehyung?"

"Yes," the woman said. "Please, take a seat."

The thing Jin noticed first about Taehyung was he wasn't wearing the robe, or the red shirt and shorts he had as spare clothing. He was wearing a red raincoat that could have belonged to Jimin, because it reached his knees. He also had some black adidas sweatpants that looked ridiculously adorable on him, the bands at the bottom not fitted around his legs at all. He had a hat on his head (yes, this actually fit him) that said Swag on it, and a white mask with Hello Kitty on it that Jin recognized as Yoongi's from years ago.

"Taehyung is a very bright child, I think we all realized that," the teacher said. "He picks up shapes and colors, he plays well . . . " There wasn't much point in sugarcoating anything like that. Taehyung was a weird kid.

"Did he do anything bad today?" Jin demanded.

"Well, he . . . he chased his dreams. That's what's important," the teacher said uncomfortably, her large bossom pressed tightly against the edge of her desk. "However, the issue is, his ambition included a few . . . words, that we don't encourage."

Jin's eyes widened, arms still crossed over his chest, before turning to look at Taehyung. Taehyung looked up at his mother and let out a heart-bursting giggle, clapping his hands once.

"We have some film of what he did."

The teacher pulled up the video of what Tae did on the tablet, and showed the parents.

It started with Taehyung onstage, saying, "This is my Appa's song."

"AWWWWWWWE," Namjoon and Jin said at once, but then Jin stopped short.

Unlike the creator himself, Jin realized that almost all Namjoon's songs were laden with cuss words.

Tae was running around in his attire now, onstage, a mic close to his lips.

"niga mueoseul hadeun I will kill for,
naega mueoseul hadeun I'll be real for, ttokbaro bwa!!!!!" Taehyung shrieked, running around onstage boisterously, creating a fake rasp for added rap-ness. Namjoon had his hand on his chest, looking at the video, touched.

Taehyung kept rapping, and then he went on to, "Haterdeureun manchi. But no problem, I kill nal mutgi wihae nae keorieoeda padaeneun sapjil But I don't care, you can't control my swit . . . " That was when he paused, and Taehyung ferociously started chanting, "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT - "

and suddenly, the video cut off like the end of a horror movie.

All Taehyung did was Bob his head lightly from side to side, humming the tune for his Daddy's song and proud of his sweet tribute to Papa.