Red. Red lights and stop signs. Each giving the men a moment to pause and think of what was happening.
Yellow. Amber lights and street lamps. It was early morning, too early. A chance to prepare for whatever was to come.
Green. Green lights and the pretty Christmas trees that could be seen through the windows of houses as they drove by. Time to go, time to do this.
December was a funny time of year. Everyone was buzzing in excitement, awaiting the end of the long year, needing the new start that January promises.
December... the time of year to which Yoongi and them first shared one of the most euphoric nights of their lives.
A time where he was introduced and welcomed wholeheartedly by their families.
"It's not far now," Jungkook placed a hand on Jimins thigh while keeping the other on the steering wheel.
He smiled at his husband with a short nod before Jimin refocused on the passing neighbourhood scenery.
It wasn't the worst looking area, far better than where Yoongi had been living in Seoul.
Jungkook was silent the whole drive. They had only briefly taken refuge in their hotel room to sleep before getting up and ready to meet Yoongi. He didn't have any words to say. His own thoughts were muddled beyond recognition. From pain to excitement, betrayal to love. He couldn't distinguish what he felt, or rather, what he even wanted to feel.
For now he focused on Jimin. Making sure the elder was secure, making sure he was okay. That's what Jungkook did best, dealing with his own issues by helping others. By helping Jimin feel better, think clearer, he also did the same for himself.
They pulled up outside a small apartment building. It was dull on the outside; dark, grey colour with a few messily placed windows. The stairs were dark, overused, the little wheelchair ramp was all cracked and bumpy. Not exactly practical for its intended purpose.
They got out of the car, checking the address on the little piece of paper that Jimin still carried in his pocket since he got it.
Jungkook grabbed the prettily wrapped white box from the backseat, carrying it under his arm while taking Jimins hand in his free hand.
They pressed in the code Yoongi had given them, walking up various sets of stairs before facing the dark apartment door with the crooked number display hanging off.
With a shaky fist, Jimin slowly knocked three times.
A whole minute felt like a year. The time waiting for the door to be opened was spent with gut wrenching fear and nerves.
"Jiminie? Jungkookie?" that ever familiar, whisper-soft voice greeted with a shy smile, making the married hearts melt away.
The pain, the betrayal, the fear, for just that moment, it all washed away. Forgotten in the back corner of their minds. For the first time in a year, there he was.
Their Baby. Their Doll.
"Come on in," he stood aside while nervously scratching behind his ear, "I just finished my shift so I'll get changed real quick, have a seat."
Admittedly the married couple liked the boys clothes.
A fitted pair of maroon suit pants, a black and gold waistcoat and a crisp white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
His hair was different. No longer did he rock the pretty sea of blue, but instead a striking shade of silver that seemed to glimmer as he moved through light.
His face seemed full, stronger. The boy they had met and fallen in love with all that time ago, was most certainly a man now.
Yoongi stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him, while the married couple sat on a soft, rich purple sofa.
The room was so... homey. With picture frames and little ornaments, they had made it their home together. With clean painted walls, fresh floors and rich pieces of furniture, it looked beautiful.
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