"Go, Yoongi-hyung!"
I smiled down at one of my sons sitting next to me. "Taehyung, honey, your brother's not even on the court yet."
The five year old just looked up at me, his eyes open wide. "But we should still cheer for him. He could come out any second!" He looked back to the gymnasium court. "And I'm going to be ready!"
Something tugged on my other side, and I turned to see one of my other sons with my shirt in his tiny fist. "When's Daddy going to get here?"
"Daddy had some more work to do, so he'll be a little late. But he promised to get here as soon as he could." I ran a finger through Jimin's hair, careful not to mess up his part.
He suddenly leaned into me, his head pressed against my side and his hands fisting the fabric of my shirt. "I miss Daddy."
I pulled him closer to my hip. "Me too. You'll see him soon. I promise." I kissed his head quickly and looked forward, waiting for the game to start.
Music echoed throughout the gymnasium, and the players of the basketball team entered. Taehyung stood on the bleacher and screamed at the top of his lungs his brother's name. I laughed but yelled along with him. Jimin simply clapped but since his hands were so small they didn't make much noise.
Then, several feet away, I heard my husband's voice. He stood near the gym entrance, holding our youngest with Hoseok by his side. He cried out, cheering for his oldest. He finished and scanned the crowd until he met my gaze. He smiled.
I captured Jimin's attention and pointed to his father. He gasped and jumped up onto his feet. He ran to the end of the row to meet him. "Hi, Jiminie. Hey, careful. Don't make me drop your brother." He led the little ones as he made his way over to me. "Hello, handsome."
"Hi, there." He greeted me with a soft kiss, and I wished we weren't in public right now. I noticed my youngest staring at me. "Well, hello, Kookie." I took him from his dad and set him in my lap.
After receiving a hug from Taehyung and the three boys settled down, Namjoon told me, "Sorry I'm late. The traffic at Jungkook's day care was insane."
"It's alright. The game hasn't started yet." I placed my hand on his thigh in encouragement, and he rested his on top.
After warmups, the game started with Yoongi dribbling down the court. For a seven year old, he was very talented. I don't know too much about the sport, but I do know that he made a majority of his team's points. The game ended in victory, the score 28-25.
I don't care if I embarrass him; I ran out onto the court to hug him. He groaned, "Mom, please. You're not allowed on the court until the players are off." His smile contradicted his tone.
"I know. I'm just so proud of you." He gently pushed me away, and I took the hint. "Okay, okay." I kissed his head quickly, getting a disgusted groan in response. I released him and watched as he ran off to join his teammates.
I looked back to see the rest of my family standing on the sidelines. I joined them in waiting for Yoongi to finish talking with his coach.
I spoke to Namjoon for the next half hour. The coach normally praises the boys on how well they played and how to improve for next time, but those talks never take this long. I was about to go find out why that was when the principle came running up to me. "Mr. Kim! Please come quickly."
Panicked and confused, I told Namjoon to stay with the kids while I found out what had happened. I followed her to her office where I found a grumpy Yoongi sitting in a chair across from another kid with blood dripping from his nose. "Oh my, what happened?!" I focused on my son. "Yoongi, honey, are you alright?"
