It was a calm and sunny morning when the Jeon family finally finished moving. They salvaged anything they could from the rubble of their old home. Pictures, documents, toys, furniture.

Anything that wasn't terribly damaged or covered in something that could prove dangerous for Serein to be around.

Prince was in his new room, sitting on the floor, face timing Yuta.

"So, you have nothing yet?"

Prince shook his head.

"Dad said he and nini are gonna go shopping. Probably make me go with them."

"Mm. Where's your brother?"

"Oh!"

Prince sat up and perched himself on his elbow and pointed the phone at his baby brother who was laying in a tiny plush bed with a small blanket over his body.

"Aw, I think I might have a favorite Jeon son."

Prince flipped the phone to show his face.

"And it better be me."

"Nah, I think your dad's pretty hot."

"BITCH!" He whispered quite loudly.

"KIDDING! It's obviously you!" Yuta made kissy faces at the camera while Prince rolled his eyes.

"Nah it's fine. I see how it is."

Yuta giggled before adjusting himself to show his niece sitting on his bed watching TV.

"Look, I got a baby next to me too."

She looked up and saw Prince and gave him a big smile and waved. He smiled back and waved.

"Am I forgiven?"

"Sigh, I guess so."

"Never say 'sigh' again."

Prince laughed quietly to avoid waking his little brother. He heard a door open downstairs and paused to listen to the movement of whoever just came into the house.

"What?" Yuta whispered.

"I heard something."

Prince sat his phone down and creeped out of the room and looked over the railing upstairs. He quietly exhaled when he saw Jimin walk into view with a bunch of bags on his arms.

"Do you need any help?"

Jimin looked up and shook his head.

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I need you up there watching your brother."

"Alright."

Prince looked around for a second in search of someone only to not find them.

"Uh, where's dad?"

"He's in a meeting with your uncles, aunt, and grandfather," Jimin answered as he unpacked all the groceries on the counter.

"Oh."

"He'll be back in time for dinner this time. He'll actually be able to eat your cooking and you'll be able to see it," Jimin smiled softly.

"I'm not upset about that. What're you even talking about?" Prince mumbled as he picked at his sweater.

Jimin chuckled.

"Okay, sure."

Jimin finished packing everything away and headed upstairs to see Prince on the phone with Yuta still and his baby who was gurgling and shuffling around.

Yuta gasped.

"Hello, Mr. Park!"

Jimin turned to Prince's phone and smiled at Yuta as he picked up Serein.

"Hey, Yuta. How're you?"

"I'm good. But your son's been bullying me."

Prince gasped as Jimin turned to look at him.

"He's lying!"

"He's trying to gaslight you! He's been verbally abusing me!"

"Stop it! If he tells dad you'll never see me again. I'll get sent to military school."

Yuta turned to Jimin who nodded.

"It's true. We've been talking about it."

"Actually?" Prince's eyes widened as he looked at his father.

"Oh, wait, I take it back. I take it back!"

Jimin laughed and rubbed Prince's hair.

"I'm kidding. Your father wouldn't send you to military school. It'd probably be something worse if I'm being honest," Jimin shrugged.

Jimin stood and left the room with Serein in his arms and Prince turned to Yuta.

"Save me."

~

"Jeon, it's midnight."

"I know. Okay? I know. It's just—"

"No, god, no. It's not just anything. You promised. Prince made dinner again and you weren't even here."

"Jimin, I tried okay. Something came up."

"Something always comes up, Jeon."

"Jimin, god, just understand the situation. You know how this shit goes. You grew up with this."

"Doesn't mean I fucking liked it. It stressed Papa to no damn end. Having to put two kids to bed alone and sit around and wait for his husband to come home. Hoping he's alive."

"Jimin."

"I have it nice compared to Papa. Serein and Prince aren't only four years apart. But god."

Jungkook's quiet and lets out a long sigh and Jimin tries not to scoff.

"Look, just bear—"

"It'd be easier to bear with you if you told me what the fuck was happening."

"Jimin—"

Serein's loud shrieks from the nursery cut Jungkook's sentence short and caused Jimin to shoot and hustle to the nursery.

He stalked into the nursery and picked up his screaming baby with his phone trapped between his ear and shoulder.

Jimin shushed and rocked the baby as Jungkook shuffled around on the other line.

"Okay, honey."

"Mhm," Jimin responded with barely any effort.

Jungkook sighed.

"It's not just business, it's my company too."

"Yeah, okay," Jimin answered with the same lack of energy as he changed Serein's diaper.

"I'll just finish up this document for work and finalize a few plans with everything else, alright? After that I'll be right home, okay?"

"Mm."

Jimin couldn't see it but Jungkook rubbed the heel of his hands against his eyes hard.

"Jimin."

"Yeah?" Jimin answered as he settled Serein back to bed.

"I love you."

Jimin sighed as he stood over Serein's crib.

"Love you, too."

Then Jimin hung up and held his phone in his hand.

And just like that something flew past his face and the picture frame on the ball behind him shattered.

He ducked down and his eyes widened. He stalked towards the window, which too was now shattered, and peaked over. He saw someone in a tree nearby reloading their snipper.

"Are you kidding me? We just moved in and you freaks are already here? A bullet in my damn baby's room. Seriously?"

He peaked out a little more and the snipper was propped up and shot again, shattering another part of the window.

"ARE YOU FUCKING—" Jimin covered his mouth when Serein whined and moved around.

What was he supposed to do? He refused to leave his baby in a room that's being targeted, there's no gun in the nursery (obviously), he wouldn't dare ask Prince to go get a gun. So he sat and contemplated before pulling his phone out and calling his husband back.

"Jimin, I said I-"

"Someone's outside with a gun. They're shooting at the nursery."

"What."

"Yeah, and I can't leave the room because—"

"I'm sending everyone over."

"Jung—"

"Where's Prince?"

"In his room."

"So, it's just you and Serein in the nursery?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, fuck. Jennie, Yoongi, and Namjoon are basically there."

Jimin exhaled as he peaked out of the window slightly and noticed the lack of a person. He panicked and sat up.

"They're fucking gone."

"Jimin—"

"I have to get to Prince."

"Jimin—"

"I have to—"

"Jimin!"

Ding dong!

"That's them."

Jimin exhaled.

"I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Yeah."

Jimin slowly stood up and picked up Serein and rushed downstairs. He paused to see Jennie giving Prince a look over as he was awake and heard the doorbell.

Yoongi walked up to Jimin and asked if he and Serein were okay.

"Yeah we're fine."

Namjoon stalked upstairs and into Serein's room. He switched the light on and looked around noticing the bullets on the ground and the shattered glass around.

He pocketed the bullets and looked around outside the window. He didn't see anyone in the darkness and slowly made his way back downstairs where everyone was.

As he made it downstairs the front door busted open and Jungkook came charging to his family. He held Jimin's face and looked him in the eyes.

"Are you hurt?"

Jimin shook his head.

He turned to Prince and asked the same question and he said he didn't even know something happened. He was half asleep in his room on FaceTime call with Yuta. He only woke up because Yuta was yelling at him.

"King, you might wanna check these out."

Jungkook looked up at Namjoon who held his hand out to him, palm down and something in his grasp.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and held out his hand and two bullets dropped into his hand.

He tossed them around in his palm before looking at them a little harder.

Jungkook mumbled under his breath, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

~

Yo-un opened the door he was ushered to go to. He opened it and walked in. He saw Jungkook standing in front of his desk with his back facing the door.

"You know, you should never turn your back to—"

A crisp slap echoed throughout the room followed by the thud of Yo-un's body slamming into the floor.

Jungkook's chest rose and fell quickly as he stared down at Yo-un who slowly stood up.

"Damn man. The way you hit me makes me think I fucked your wife or something," Yo-un chuckled as he stood up and adjusted his jaw and rubbed his cheek.

"God, that's gonna bruise."

"You shot at my home."

Yo-un looked up and shook his head.

"There was some person in your house."

"My husband."

"Your husband?" Yo-un raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook continued to stare at him and the beta chuckled.

"I thought he was stealing or going to murder you. Or an assailant of some sort." Yo-un snickered.

"Do you see me fucking laughing?"

"Okay, okay. I get it, it's not funny," Yo-un snickered as he placed a cigarette between his lips.

"As your friend I thought you'd tell me you were married? Am I not good enough to be told about your rendezvous?"

Jungkook's lip dragged upward in a scowl.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Jungkook whispered.

He stood close to Yo-un who had his cigarette lit, sitting between his lips.

Yo-un pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke into Jungkook's face. He didn't flinch, though it did make the anger in his chest burn more.

"Come on man. How was I supposed to know?"

Jungkook cracked his neck.

"What were you doing around my house, anyway?"

"Checking on you. I said I'd have your back."

Jungkook scoffed and walked away from Yo-un and sat in his chair at his desk.

Yo-un turned and saw a picture of Jungkook, another man, and a young boy. The photo sat in a homemade frame and sat on a shelf next to his desk.

He stalked over to it and picked it up.

"Damn. You sure got lucky with him. He's hot."

"Yo-un. Bite your tongue before I cut it off."

Yo-un turned to Jungkook who was staring at him. Yo-un slowly put the picture down and bit his tongue.

He knew what Jungkook was capable of. He wasn't sure if the alpha had gotten less or more brutal since getting married, but he didn't wanna find out by experiencing it.

"Puhmison to unbite mah tongue, suh?"

Jungkook leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Say something else out of line and see what happens, do you understand?"

Yo-un saluted and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Is that your kid in that picture?"

Jungkook looked up at Yo-un from where he had placed his head in his palm.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, because he looks like a mixture of you and your husband. So, assuming I understand how genetics work, that's your kid."

Jungkook hummed before standing up.

"You know, I should cut off two of your fingers. For the two bullets you shot at my husband."

Yo-un clutched his fingers to his chest.

"But I'm sure he'd be just a little angry at me so I won't. But don't think I'll forget this."

Yo-un sighed and walked towards the front of Jungkook's desk and sat down in front of him.

"Look, man. I'm just on edge. Genocide is active and they're coming for me. Us. All of us."

"They killed your father and plotted your territory's downfall. Not mine."

"Whose before me when it comes to power, Jeon? Who would they go after after they destroy the weaker of the bunch?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes and shuffled through papers.

"I think they had something to do with your mother's death too."

Jungkook paused.

"My mother was in an accident."

"Any death other than natural is always a planned one in this business."

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he took in Yo-un's serious expression.

"Genocide will not stop until all three of us are dead. The Black Doves' leader, Deadly Fires' leader hell, as well as Quiet Meadows' leader."

"That's why you're here? To ask for my help with your own issue?"

"Which will become yours."

"You're supposed to be dead."

"Well, I'm not."

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak once more but his intercom rang. He sighed and accepted it.

"Yes?"

"Uh, boss, Crown is here."

Jungkook's eyes widened.

"What? Why? What is he doing here?"

"He's here to see you."

"Tell him I'm busy and can't speak to him right now."

"That's what I told him but he does not care at all, sir."

There was a ruffling and quiet begging before a distressed sigh was heard.

"He's coming up, sir."

"What!?"

"I tried to stop him, but you know him."

Jungkook groaned as he hung up the intercom and shot up and rushed to the door to try and block it but it already was thrown open.

"What the fu—? How did you get here so fast?"

"Where is he?" Jimin growled.

"Uh—"

Jimin peaked behind Jungkook and saw Yo-un who looked back, concerned.

"Is that him?"

"Uh, um. Mhmm."

Jimin shoved Jungkook out of the way and charged towards Yo-un and just like that he saw his life flash before his eyes.

Back on the ground he went.

"Who the fuck do you think you are shooting at my baby like that!?"

"God what's up with you guys and the slapping! I'll never be able to show my face!"

"Wait. Baby!?" Yo-un whipped his head to look at Jungkook who sighed with his hands on his hips.

"Is this that friend you were talking about?" Jimin pointed at Yo-un and turned to Jungkook who slowly nodded his head.

"What'd I say? Old friends always bring trouble! What if I had been holding him? He could've killed him!" Jimin screamed.

Jungkook rubbed Jimin's back and nodded, murmuring "I know" repeatedly.

"Wait, Jeon, what baby?"

Jungkook turned to look at Yo-un who was slowly standing up and rubbing his cheeks.

"You shot into my son's nursery."

Yo-un's eyes widened.

"I didn't— you never— when did— I am so sorry."

"So sorry my fucking ass," Jimin scoffed.

"I thought you were like an assassin or something."

Jimin squinted at him. Jungkook sighed as he squeezed Jimin's shoulder.

"I think you should get outta here," Jungkook nodded towards the door.

"Yes, okay, I… okay. I'm really sorry." Yo-un bowed and then left the room quickly.

"I hate him. I don't like him at all. Why are all of your childhood friends like this?"

Jungkook pecked Jimin's forehead.

"I couldn't tell you."

A/N: filler? But! Important!