Jimin would pounce on Joon and Seokjin hyungs like the puppy he was.
And I couldn't even be mad at him.
How could you scold a cute pink haired boy, with pouty lips and a puppy ear hairband on his head, looking up at you with doe eyes?
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Exactly.
It was impossible.
For everyone except Hoseok.
Meaning the latter," Jimin, I know you're excited to see uncles and the new baby but remember what happened with Yoongi?"
At the sound of his name the aforementioned looked up, his fluffy black hair bouncing, his kitten eyes wide, a pout resting upon his lips muttered a soft "Hm?"
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"Nothing baby, just cuddle Daddy okay Kitkat?"
Either way, Jimin stepped back with a slight pout, grinding his shoe into the floorboards," Sowwy Master Hobi,"
A/N: Not in that way. Jimin has petspace, like little space in a sense but instead Jimin is in an animal mindset, though he isn't that far in his headspace for the time being seeing how he can still speak like a human. Moving on.
"It's okay ChimChim, we just don't want to scare the baby, now do we?"
"No Master,"
"Alright then,"
I turned my attention from Hobi and Jimin towards Seokjin hyung," Is he still asleep?"
"He should be waking up soon. Are you sure you want to do this Taehyung? You don't have to do this,"
I nodded," But I want to... I want to see him... we were close Seokjin hyung, he was the little brother I never had,"
Seokjin nodded," I'll go get him, you stay here and make yourselves at home,"
I smiled after my hyung, sitting down on the couch, cuddling Yoongi to my chest.
I was nervous.
Not going to lie.
But this has to be done.
If not for my own sake, then for Jungkook's.
Because the only thing that kept me rooted in place, was hoping that Jungkook seeing that I trusted Seokjin and Namjoon hyungs, that I approved of this lifestyle... I hoped that it would help him slip quicker, to relax into a carefree state, to live the childhood that was stolen from his hands at the age of six.
