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Yoongi looks up when his hotel room door is opened. "Hey, birthday boy," he says at Jungkookie's wide-eyed look. "No live? I thought you'd want to celebrate with ARMY."
Jungkook shuffles in without saying anything, and crawls onto the bed, curling up next to Yoongi. He's holding a battered pink rabbit, clumsy yellow stitches holding one ripped ear onto its head. Ah.
Yoongi leans down and kisses his head, then starts packing up for the night. There is so much more he wants to do, but now... this point in his life... music and lyrics are an infinitely renewable resource, whereas time with Googie is precious, potentially limited, to be savored. Sometimes Googie is happy just being in the same room as a hyung, or cuddling up while whomever it is does whatever they're doing. But he has Agito with him, he's wearing Joon's clothes, he's already not speaking, and it's his birthday.
Yoongi wants to give Googie as much attention as he will take.
Googie makes an unhappy noise when Yoongi moves away. "One minute, baby," he promises, and tucks away his laptop and headphones. Puts his phone on the charger, and pats down Googie's pockets for his phone — not here. He picks his phone back up and texts the group chat: I have Googie. That way the others will know where Jungkookie is and what kind of headspace he's in. Then he mutes notifications and puts the phone back down.
Usually he would check tomorrow's schedules before he did that, but someone will come wake them up for whatever their first thing is, whether it's Jungkookie's manager or Yoongi's own. Sometimes Yoongi feels like setting his own alarms is like... performative normalcy. At this point in his career, no one is letting him sleep through or otherwise miss a schedule, and no one is yelling or otherwise penalizing him if they have to come get him. There are multiple fucking teams to handle this. But it seems important not to become a person who depends on his "team" for basic things like waking him up to keep appointments. He doesn't ever want to be that person.
(Joon interrupting him in the studio to remind him of appointments is different. Very much not the same.)
Glass of water; turn on the dimmest light in the bathroom so if Jungkookie wakes up and is still Googie in the middle of the night, he won't be afraid of the dark. He takes all his pills but the one for sleep, and then refills the glass and brings it over to the bed. And... ah, yes, one last pack of fruit snacks. He'll need to restock, meaning he'll steal some of the ones hyung keeps.
Finally he tugs the covers from under Jungkookie and then brings them up and over, climbs under them himself, and tugs Jungkookie to him.
"Googie and Agito having a good birthday?" he asks, smoothing Jungkookie's hair away from his forehead. "Agito is ten years old today. I think that's even older than Googie now!"
Jungkookie looks up at him from under his eyelashes; when he does it as an adult, it's incredibly sexy, especially since Jiminie taught him. When he does it as Googie, it's very much shy and innocent. Still kind of sexy, but unlike Jiminie playacting as Minnie and Tae's love of corruption kink for when he's Tata, Googie is a real headspace for Jungkookie in which he's genuinely a child, a toddler, a baby. Not something he does for sex or fun. So Yoongi keeps that to himself, and if any of the others feel the same, they aren't talking about it either.
"Does Googie want fruit snacks or a bedtime story?" asks Yoongi. He turns the package of fruit snacks over and over his fingers, watching Jungkookie's face. He looks interested and hopeful but he doesn't reach for the packet. "Ah... maybe since it's Googie's birthday and Agito's birthday, we'll have both at the same time?"
Jungkookie's eyes get wide, and he nods, making his hair flop everywhere. Yoongi can't help but grin; the uncomplicated happiness of Googie when he's given even the smallest of treats makes Yoongi feel... feel so... full.
He doesn't know if the others feel it like this too. They've never discussed it. But they must, right?
Yoongi opens the tiny pack of fruit snacks and gives one to Jungkookie, who immediately opens his mouth and says, "Ahhh, aaahhh, ah!" Yoongi pops it into his mouth and kisses him on the nose. Jungkookie's eyes scrunch up with his smile.
Jungkook holds out Agito while he chews, so Yoongi kisses Agito on the forehead too. Then he settles back, holding out his arms so Jungkookie will crawl into them.
"Aish, this baby," he says, and kisses Jungkookie's hair again. He smells like Joon's cedar shampoo. "Are you ready? Do you want a sip of water?"
Jungkookie nods vigorously, still chewing, so Yoongi reaches out and stills his head.
"Not with food in your mouth," he says, keeping his voice soft and gentle so Jungkookie knows he's being reminded, not reprimanded.
Jungkookie changes his nod to verrrry slow; Yoongi refuses to laugh.
"Here's another, share with Agito," Yoongi says, putting a coveted purple gummy in front of Jungkookie's mouth. He takes it between his teeth carefully, and offers the other side to his bunny, like a baby pepero game.
Finally Jungkook has chewed and swallowed the second gummy. Yoongi gives him a few sips of water, a third gummy (red), and says, "Once upon a time, there was an old farmer named Mr. Pak..."
Jungkookie puts his head on Yoongi's chest and starts chewing on Agito's ripped up ear when he gets to, "According to custom, her eyes were sealed shut with wax..." and by the time the frog prince is taking his bride beyond the clouds to Star Land, Jungkookie is asleep.
Yoongi turns a little to drop the half full packet of fruit snacks onto the bedside table and shut the light. He'd almost gone out for a run, but is so glad he'd decided not to tonight — he would have missed this and Googie would have gone to another hyung instead of Yoongi. This is better.
He wishes he'd brought his phone over to his bedside, even if that's bad sleep hygiene; he's not very tired, but he doesn't want to get up and disturb Jungkookie and Agito. He has his notebook over here, for when he wakes up in the middle of the night thinking about lyrics, but it's a little too dark for writing.
Although... He looks over at the bathroom door. If he can... He pulls one of the pillows from the other side of the bed and throws it at the bathroom door, knocking it open a little more. Ten points. Just enough light to scribble, not enough to wake Jungkookie. He doesn't take the last pill; he'll sleep or he won't, but either way he rarely has nightmares on Googie nights, and he would rather not risk not being able to wake up if Jungkookie needs him.
Later, he's awoken by his door beeping. For a moment he thinks it's already time to get up, but no — it's Jiminie and Tae, both carrying pillows and their own pink stuffies. Tae's is in perfect condition, despite being not quite ten, while Jiminie's is more beat up and mended than Agito.
"Hyung," whispers Tae, "it's me, Tata."
Yoongi yawns and says, "Yeah, come on up, sweetheart."
Tae clambers up and ends up sprawled on top of Jungkookie, who had moved to his back at some point. He seems to drop right off.
Jiminie, however, smiles slyly and says, "Hi, Daddy Yoongi."
"Is that ever going to stop being funny to you?" Yoongi asks, half endeared and half exasperated.
"Not until you stop wincing." Jiminie crawls onto the bed with his ass in the air, Chimchiminie forgotten like he is so often these days. He holds himself up on his hands and knees over Yoongi and raises his eyebrows. "How's tonight been, Daddy?"
"I hate you," groans Yoongi, but doesn't push Jiminie off when he gets his knee between Yoongi's legs and grinds his thigh down on top of Yoongi's dick. "I can't get hard in a bed with two babies, Jiminah."
"I bet you can," says Jiminie in a low voice, and presses his mouth onto Yoongi's. He lets it go on a little too long and actually does start getting hard, especially once Jiminie drops his hips and grinds his own hard dick against Yoongi. The biggest turn-on is always watching his partner get hot for it under his hands, and Jiminie is so good about letting Yoongi see how bad he wants it.
Yoongi is never going to tell anyone that one of the reasons he started working out was to be able to do this: he flips them over almost fully up and down, without knocking into Jungkookie or Tae. Being able to manhandle anyone he wants (almost) is worth all the gym hours and gross supplements and teasing about his "yoobies".
He grinds hard down onto Jiminie, who laughs at him breathlessly, delightedly. Then he gets up and drags Jiminie with him into the bathroom and pushes him to his knees. No, wait — Yoongi tugs him up again, grabs the pillow he'd thrown at the door earlier, and then puts Jiminie on his knees.
"Thanks, Daddy," says Jiminie, still laughing, and then dives into Yoongi's pyjamas like he's been waiting all night for this.
Maybe he has. Jiminie's only transparent when he wants to be.
After Yoongi comes, he lets Jiminie turn him around and fuck his thighs with the hotel lotion, whispering absolute filth into his ear — and, once he's come, Yoongi stays put so Jiminie can lick and kiss his 7.
They clean up with the still-damp towel from Yoongi's shower, Jiminie giggling when Yoongi pinches his inner thighs, tidy their pajamas, and go back into the room. Jungkookie and Tae are still fast asleep, curled into each other now like a perfect set.
"They're so cute," whispers Jiminie. "I want to eat them up."
"Me, too." Yoongi leans on Jiminie for a moment, pressing their bodies together. Jiminie runs warm; he's a line of heat against Yoongi's body, and a quick side hug, arm moving away from Yoongi's waist almost as quickly as it had been wrapped around him.
"I'll take Googie, hyung takes Tata?" asks Jiminie, but Yoongi shakes his head.
"I want Googie. It's still his birthday somewhere in the world." Yoongi doesn't mean it to be funny, but Jiminie laughs.
"Mmm, yeah, daddy. Yep." He pinches Yoongi's ass and dances away before Yoongi can smack him.
When Yoongi slides under the covers behind Jungkookie, Jungkookie turns over and cuddles right up to him. Yoongi puts an arm over him to keep him close, Agito tucked between them. Jungkookie smacks his lips together and murmurs, "Yoonie?"
"Yeah, Googie, it's your Yoonie," says Yoongi, and holds him tighter, ignoring Jiminie's knowing look from across the bed.
In the morning, Tata is back to Tae, and Googie is back to Jungkookie, and Agito's ear is only a little damp. Yoongi has to take his morning piss while Tae and Jiminie make out on the bathroom counter, but only gets a little bitten up on his neck by Tae while he's washing his hands.
Yoongi wants to change into day clothes and get started. They have enough time before call. Maybe he can drink a shake and go for a run before real breakfast and real schedules.
But Jungkookie is sitting on the bed with his legs folded under him, swaying from side to side, fidgeting with Agito.
"Okay, Koo?" he says, putting a hand on Jungkookie's knee.
"I guess," says Jungkookie. He stops swaying, so Yoongi starts, in hopes Jungkookie will unconsciously match his movements. "Will you tell me I'm not being stupid?'
"Whatever it is you're worried about, Jungkook ah, it's not stupid." Yoongi doesn't even have to search to find the words after all these years. Jungkookie is usually the most happy and carefree of all of them, the one most likely to be confident in himself. Even Tae isn't as confident and self-assured as Jungkookie.
But once in a while... even these days...
"When I'm... when I don't talk or anything, is that annoying?" He does start swaying again. Good.
"Hyung likes every part of you, Jungkook ah. The part that doesn't talk, the part that does —"
"The part that talks too much?" Jungkookie grimaces.
"Don't interrupt your hyung," Yoongi chides gently. "All your hyungs love every part of you, and we all feel special that you're comfortable with us and show us these parts of yourself. Okay? Googie and Agito can come to hyungs any time, and hyungs will love him whether he's speaking or not."
"I feel like a baby," Jungkookie says sourly. "Not a good baby, not hyungs' baby, just... a dumb baby. I'm 29, I'm thirty at home, I'm supposed to be a grown up now."
"You're a Googie baby, and he's not dumb at all." Yoongi mentally gives up on a run, and sits down next to Jungkookie, puts an arm around his shoulders. Big and broad and strong, but still Yoongi's baby. "Yeah, you're an adult, but that doesn't mean giving up all the things that make you happy."
"I want to be good." Jungkookie hunches his shoulders. "I want to be the right kind of... I want..."
"You are," says Yoongi — maybe a bit too emphatically. "You are Jungkookie, right? That's who you're supposed to be. You know that, hyungs know that — ARMY knows that too. And Googie is part of that."
"Googie isn't the same as the others." He turns his face into Yoongi's shoulder.
"When have you ever needed to be the same?" Yoongi draw him even closer, and sets a swaysing rhythm. "The others aren't the same either. Your Joon hyung isn't even a baby, right? But Namu is fun, and he's a good babysitter for Googie. You like to play with him. Taehyungie is so similar to Googie and Taehyungie is in his thirties, even international age. You wouldn't tell him Tata isn't good, right?"
"No!" Jungkookie shakes his head almost violently. "No, never."
"I know you wouldn't." He skips hyung; hyung is private, just for them. "You like Hoba when he's your neukdae hyung, right, even though he chases you sometimes, and no one else does that?" Jungkookie nods. "And Jiminie is... Uh..."
"Eomma now," mumbles Jungkookie.
Yeah, Yoongi thinks; Park Jiminie is not his hyungs' baby Minnie anymore. Then he says it out loud: "Yeah. Jiminie's not the same as anyone else, but still right and good, isn't it?"
"Yessss....." says Jungkookie reluctantly.
"And Yoonie is never a baby, is he?"
"Jin hyung's baby."
"But not a Googie baby."
"Not a Googie baby, but still good," relents Jungkookie.
Yoongi feels the conversation coming to an end as Jungkookie stops slouching. "Kiss?" he requests.
"Kiss." Jungkookie presses his mouth to Yoongi's cheek in a sloppy kiss — then opens it and licks and starts laughing. "I licked you, you're mine!"
"The last time you licked something, Tae still ate it," Yoongi points out.
"But it was Hobi hyung's first and then it became mine," he declares, and now he's smiling like Jungkookie again. Eyes bright, all scrunched nose and white teeth.
"Yeah and I'm sure it had nothing to do with getting Hobi to chase you." Yoongi laughs, feeling his heart lighten. He leans over and kisses Jungkook's temple. "Breakfast?"
"Should we wait for Tae and Jiminie?" Jungkookie is already getting up and tugging his sweatshirt down and grabbing Agito.
"Since they're not done yet, they'll probably be a while," says Yoongi dismissively. He's sure they're either doing some kind of extensive role play or Jiminie is edging Tae within an inch of his life. Or both.
"Do you think it's okay if we have In N Out? Animal style?" Jungkookie asks hopefully. He stays by the door, watching, as Yoongi puts on his last clean sweatsuit, puts his phone in his pocket, and shoves his feet into slides. "I know it's not in my diet, but..."
"Growing babies need calories," says Yoongi, without allowing himself any commentary on Jungkookie's choices about nutrition. "Let's see if we can borrow a car. I bet Hobi wants to come too."
"And Jinnie hyung?" Jungkookie rocks forward onto his toes and back onto his heels, then steps aside so Yoongi can open the door. "I couldn't find him last night."
Yoongi feels slightly hurt that he was second choice, but just as he's pushing it away since it's ridiculous, Jungkookie adds, "Googie wanted him to come here too last night, to be with Yoonie."
"Aish, you," says Yoongi, but heads in the direction of Seokjin hyung's room, arm in arm with Jungkookie.