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Yoonjin / “friends” / baby fever
There’s probably a reason why Yoongi was supposed to be at rehearsals today. First of all, he doesn’t even know Seokjin’s secondary family that well. Second of all, he’s not good with kids. But fate has strange plans and strange kinks, and Yoongi feels that his two consecutive weeks of good luck is now collecting its dues.
There’s probably a reason why practice got cancelled. Yoongi has an inkling of what it may be. He did choose, on his own accord, to come with Seokjin to his nephew’s birthday party. What Yoongi never hinted at at all is the churning and bubbling and twisting of his guts at the sight of Seokjin playing with a three-year-old baby.
It’s a children’s party. It’s fucking chaotic and full of giggles and parents who talk about diapers and socioeconomics and Yoongi is thinking about having a baby with Kim Seokjin. It’s not even biologically possible, never crossed his mind before today, but there he is, watching Seokjin hold a little boy’s hand and it’s as if everything in his life has meaning and purpose, and it is to build a family with his guy best friend.
Ah, Seokjin would be such a good dad to Yoongi’s child—ren. Oh gosh. He wants more than one baby! In this economy! With Seokjin!
A child runs to Yoongi while he is doing his internal contemplations whilst gossiping with the moms and aunties. The kid, a boy, seems to be showing him the object in his hand. It looks like a random leaf at first, then Yoongi realizes that it is a flower, crumpled in the tight grip of the kid. One of the moms giggles at them but other than that no one seems to pay them any mind. It’s what parents do at these functions—they let the singles play with their children so they can take a break and sip wine with the other moms and dads.
But Yoongi is never good with kids so he doesn’t know what to do with this small creature waiting for his response. And then, he hears Seokjin calling.
Seokjin jogs towards them, chuckling at this strange interaction Yoongi is having with a child. He smiles at Yoongi before crouching on the grass to talk to the kid. Yoongi hears fire alarms going off at the back of his head. He takes a step back, watches, wild eyes wide and distraught.
“Why are you giving it to this Samchon? You said you wanted to give it to your mama,” Seokjin argues, words too fast and too pouty for a kid. But the child doesn’t seem to mind.
He babbles, ma… ma… while looking at the group of gossiping ladies where Yoongi was very much happy to be hanging out with moments ago. Then the kid turns to Yoongi, smiling at him and aggressively handing him the flower.
Yoongi stares at it.
Seokjin stands up and dusts his pants. “Sorry, I know I promised there will be no interaction with children for you,” he tells Yoongi with a sheepish smile and in a slightly hushed tone, as if careful not to let the kid hear.
And god, he’d make such a good dad.
“Take it, Yoongi.” Seokjin nudges him secretly, nodding as if to say look, he’ll magically disappear as soon as you take it, so take it.
Yoongi takes it in his open palm. The kid giggles with his whole body like Yoongi just told him the funniest silly thing, then looks at Seokjin, pointing at Yoongi, teethless smile so big and bright and infectious. Yoongi feels a fever coming. His chest and cheeks are warm.
Seokjin returns the kid’s smile with a cooing one of his own. “Yeah, he accepted it! Good job!” He high-fives the kid twice after he misses his hand three times. Seokjin laughs at him, squeaky. Then the kid raises both his arms while jumping. And Seokjin easily knows that he wants to be carried, like it’s the most natural thing for him to do.
Seokjin sweeps the kid off the ground and cinches him in his arms. He then looks at Yoongi, his happy smile making his face bloom. More importantly, he is carrying a child in front of Yoongi looking like that. Like the mother of his children! Or father! Whichever it may be!
“Why are you looking at me all weird?” Seokjin finally asks. His brows are curled but his smize is still there.
Yoongi feels insane. “How do you feel about having kids?”
Seokjin looks at him all weirded out. “Okay, unusual question from Min Yoongi. I don’t feel about having kids for now.”
“In the future, I mean. Do you wanna get married first before having a kid?”
“Well, yeah? I don’t know, not really? Is the child-noise becoming too much? Is it making you crazy?”
“How many babies do you want?”
Well, if there’s one thing he’s learned about the gossiping ladies that day it’s that letting wine consume you in the middle of the day gives you strength to deal with useless husbands and conquer the world.
Yoongi is (only slightly) inebriately conquering the world. His world—who is now apparently standing in front of him, carrying a three-year-old baby boy.
That could be his future, see.
Ha! Fate plays weird cards every single day.
“Are you seriously okay? Did you have too much to drink? Damn it, I told my sister not to let you touch any alcohol bottle until after Taeha blows his cake!” Seokjin clicks his tongue and sighs, obviously annoyed. But he doesn’t let it show. He can’t let it show. The child might not like it. He instantly smiles at the baby when he looks at him.
God.
“I wanna have babies with you,” Yoongi says. Straightforward. Like he’s just giving Seokjin a heads up that he wants to smoke to give Seokjin time to hide in his room since he doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes.
Shit. Okay. He needs to quit smoking now.
Seokjin visibly stops moving. He stares at Yoongi like he’s just seen a ghost. But people normally get pale when that happens—not Seokjin. He is as red as a tomato, as flushed as the sunkissed cheeks of the children running around. They fill Yoongi’s ears with joyful giggling noises. And he doesn’t mind. He wouldn’t mind as long as Seokjin will be around to take care of them with him.
The kid Seokjin is carrying is now starting to fuss. Seokjin snaps out of the trance and coos at him, then he looks at Yoongi again, and then not at Yoongi—at the table, at their feet, at the trees—blinking, blushing. The kid fusses. Yoongi slowly smiles at the realization that he is in fact in love with his best friend. He smiles at Seokjin, and Seokjin blushes even harder.
“Let’s talk later,” Seokjin quips, not to leave Yoongi hopeless, but to give him something to look forward to.
“Later,” Yoongi says back, a dazed smile hanging on his face, and watches as Seokjin stumbles away to return to the children waiting for him at the seesaws.
There’s probably a reason why fate played him dirty that day, but it’s fine, because now he may have something to brag to the moms about in the next kids party.