A Guilt Trip to Fame

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-Present-day-

 His husband was fast asleep while cutely snuggling into his chest. He was wide awake because his pure excitement prevented him from sleeping. He kept on staring longingly at the printed documents given to them by the private investigator, she had to borrow their home printer, so she could give them physical copies of the info she collected on their son.

 He quickly and quietly slips out of bed his impatience and worry too great.

He then snatches up the documents; then he starts haphazardly skimming through them, for his desperate search for Yoongi's phone number. Eventually, he finds it and once he does, his first want is to call his son straight away. Call him an impatient worrywart, but he just couldn't wait to talk to his son after not receiving a single word,call or text from him for nearly a decade.

 You can't blame him for caring about his son's wellbeing.

 Wasting no time, he plucks his phone out of their shared bedside drawer and dials the phone number he sees on the printed file in record time. The phone rang on the other line as he impatiently anticipated the moment when his son would finally pick up the phone. It only takes a quick 30 seconds(which felt like hours), for Yoongi to pick up.

 Right off the bat, he's met with: "Who the f×ck is this!?"

 He fondly smiles to himself, Yoongi hadn't changed one bit. He's still just as grumpy as ever when he's been woken up from his peaceful sleep.  But alas, he had to scold his son for his rudeness.

"*tut* *tut*  Yoongi that's no way to speak to your Dad" He gently scolds his son over the phone. 

The way Yoongi reacts to his words is priceless and precious at the same time. "H-how, d-d-did y-you g-get m-my n-number!? I-I c-changed m-my surname s-so y-you c-couldn't tr-track m-me." He hears his son nervously stutter, this causes him to smile fondly again. He finds it so adorable that Yoongi seriously thought that he'd perfecly covered his tracks by changing his surname and that they'd never be able to track him down, he doesn't fully answer his son's question not wanting to give everything away. That would be no fun.

 "Oh we have our ways, and by the way me and your father are coming over to visit you weather you like it or not. Bye~"  Is what he says in rapid succession strategically hanging up with a dramatic flourish afterwards, this was to make things dawn on his son a little bit and just because he can.

"Couldn't have you waited a bit longer before calling him?" 

He jumps up a bit in surprise. He turns around and is met with his husband sitting up and smirking playfully at him in mock disappointment. 

"How long were you awake?"  He asks, an equally mischivous smrik forming on his lips.

 "Long enough. Come on get back to bed now."  His husband gently chides him. 

"Oh, all right have it your way" He whines begrudgingly climbing back into their shared bed with an over-exaggerated pout. His husband just chuckles and snuggles up against him. He eventually lets go of his petty stubbornness by finally letting himself slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Ah yes, everything is going perfectly to plan. It's just a matter of time.