Addicted | Yoonmin✔

|extra: first love|

[As requested per the lovely 2130bowlofrice, here's a Harin-focused extra~]

When Min Harin turned 6 years old, her teacher asked her what she wanted to be. Most girls her age would immediately answer that they'd wish to be princesses, or models, or actresses, or kpop idols. Harin wasn't like that.

Seokjoon would have laughed at her if she said she wanted to become any of those things. Harin was a renowned tomboy, despite her adoration for sparkly dresses (she was her appas' princess and both Jimin and Yoongi quite enjoyed dressing her up ever since she was a baby). She never seemed to say the right thing, because she questioned everything and was scolded by her teachers a lot. She was different from most of the other kids, but she never, ever let them bother her, because her appas are the bestest-estest and she's a very happy child. So, she was proud to say what she wanted to become.

Harin told her teacher that she wanted to love.

The class had laughed at her when she said that, but she is a Min and Mins are strong. That was the final straw. So she kept back her tears until her daddy picked her up that afternoon and she cried into his chest. Jimin was very distraught, and Seokjoon was ready to throw punches, but she explained quietly that it's not her fault for having a weird dream. Upon further questioning from Jimin, she wouldn't answer. She kept her head turned away and just held Seokjoon's hand.

She stayed passive aggressive that afternoon, dutifully fullfilling het homework (painting) while listening to her brother's oral presentation (about aliens - he's such a strange kid). She kept glancing at the clock, waiting for her papa to come home. Even if she couldn't read time, she knew more or less how it should look.

Jimin was worried, but he knew that Harin and Yoongi had a better bond, just like how Seokjoon was a daddy's boy. He held her when he sat by her and tried to tell her about what his dreams were, but she was quiet.

When Yoongi came home that night, he held his arms open as usual for Seokjoon to run into, which he did. When Harin didn't come running, he frowned at Jimin. Jimin stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest, leaning his face close to his husband's. "Hey, babe...Harin's upset about something that happened at school."

Yoongi frowned. "Did someone bully her? Because I have a machete-"

Jimin slapped his chest but smiled. "No one bullied her, but she just wants to talk to you."

Yoongi nodded and kissed Jimin's forehead. "I was just kidding about the machete."

"I would personally have used firepower if someone was bullying our kids, but hey it's your choice." Jimin grinned before widening his eyes. "Shit the kitchen is unsupervised. SEOKJOON PUT DOWN THAT SPATULA!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE ME DAD!"

"I know everything~!" Jimin winked before walking off.

"Nah uh!"

"Uh huh!"

"Is not!"

"Are too!"

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the childish antics of his husband and eldest and went to find his daughter. She was currently perched by her small desk, colouring furiously. He bend down behind her, resting his chin on her head.

"Who made papa's baby cry?" He asked softly. She turned around and hugged Yoongi tightly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

"T-they asked me what my dream is a-and I said that I-I wanted to be in love and-and the teacher said that isn't a dream b-b-but some girls wanted to be princesses, and papa, princesses aren't even REAL." She sniffled and Yoongi gasped dramatically.