Yoongi crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, "Yeah, thanks for telling the mother of your daughter that you're getting engaged. I guess that's not important."

"We were kind of wanting to wait but we just went with it," Namjoon admits, scratching the back of his neck, "After Minseo's reveal I took him out on a date and we went for a walk in the park... the moment was just too perfect."

"Mhmm, and what about the house?" Yoongi asks, his jaw clenched as he stares his 'best friend' down.

"My parents bought us a house together, and we're renting to own the house we all live in now to Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung," Seokjin interrupts, he was oddly calm and collected over this, "We wanted to tell you now, since you're half way done with your pregnancy and that way we can make the arrangements now."

"Arrangements? She's not a fucking item to sell or rent! She's a baby, not even born yet," Yoongi snaps, "You mean custody rights? Right? I told you since the moment I decided I wasn't aborting her, that if you wanted to be in her life, you had to be there for everything. You'll be her daddy as long as you are there for everything. I don't want my baby hurt, Joon."

"She's not even born yet-" Namjoon started, but was interrupted by Jimin this time.

"What Yoongi means to say, is that you can't pick and choose which life event you want to be apart of with her. It's either all or none," Jimin was the most level headed as he takes a sip of his coffee, "Yoongi Hyung is the mother, therefore he gets full custody of Minseo legally. But, you guys don't want to go to court and settle it all on paper, so here's what I propose."

Jimin clears his throat and pulls out some papers from his pocket, setting them on the table, "You both wanted to originally co-parent. And that can still work, but you're both making it way harder than it needs to be," Jimin looks at Yoongi, "You want Namjoon to be in Minseo's life," his attention is now on Namjoon, "You want to be in her life as well. But you also want to start a life with Seokjin. That's totally okay, just remember that Minseo is your child. Although you love Seokjin and want to love him and please him, you need to balance that life with Minseo in it."

"Jimin what's your point?" Namjoon sighs, rubbing his temples.

Jimin sits up, "I propose that when Minseo is born, she stays with Yoongi. BUT, Yoongi will come over every weekend for visitations that lasts longer than two hours. Then, one week a month until Minseo is at least a year old, you stay at Yoongi's."

"Why a week," Seokjin asks, his nose scrunching up a bit.

"It gives him a week to stay the night and help with Minseo for the first year of her life. Let's face it, the first month of her being born, is hell. She's going to wake up every few hours wanting her diaper changed, wanting food, or simply wanting attention. That is until they can get her on a schedule for feedings, diaper changes, etc. This gives Namjoon the experience for not only when she's older, but in case you guys decide to have a baby and he knows what he's dealing with. Plus, Yoongi Hyung can't do it alone. And Minseo needs her father as much as she needs her mother. In the end, this is all about Minseo."

"Okay, what about after she's a year old? You said I stay the night one week a month until she's a year old?" Namjoon asks, seeing this working in their future.

"When she's a year old, start training her into staying the night at a different house. She knows you so well, and with the long weekend visits that Yoongi will do, it will get her use to your house. So, when she's a year old, or a month before she's a year, start trading weekends so that Yoongi doesn't always have her on the weekends. He can go out and have some time to himself, maybe go on some dates?"

"This sounds like we're sharing a puppy," Yoongi mumbles, placing his hand on his bump and feeling his baby move to nuzzle against his hand.

Jimin sighs, "It's just a thought, but it's a well thought out thought that you guys need to consider."

Seokjin bites his lip, "Okay."

"Okay?" The all frown, looking at the oldest man at the table.

"It sounds like a good plan Jiminie, like something we should do," he nods, taking Namjoon's hand.

"This is our baby, so your input doesn't count," Yoongi snarls.

"This baby is going to be at MY house, bonding with MY fiancé-"

"YOUR fiancé is the baby's FATHER!! Of course he's going to fucking bond with it now shut the hell up for once!" Jimin snaps at both of them, he has had enough with the bickering and fighting, "Damnit you guys used to all be so close and now you're at each others throats! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of having to come in the middle and break it up!"

The trio is silent, until Namjoon juts his hand out at Yoongi, "I think this plan will work. Don't you?"

Yoongi looks at it before taking it and pumping the hand once, "I think so too. Just know this, if you make my baby girl feel as if her daddy doesn't want to be with her or do anything with her, I will personally slaughter you." The pregnant man stands and takes his empty cup, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go buy her some furniture and clothes."

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Yoongi folds and places the newly washed clothes in the dresser. He had just done a whole bunch of laundry and mainly washed Minseo's onesies and clothes in this sensitive laundry detergent for babies that Jimin got him today. He didn't trust what stores had their clothes shoved in before they went on the sales floor. He wanted his daughter wearing clean clothes not dusty or germy ones sick people have touched. Since the meeting today with Namjoon and Seokjin, he went home and started cleaning. He cleans when he's stressed, cleans and cleans and cleans until finally he's exhausted and has to take a break because his hearts pounding in his ears. His apartment looked like a home to him, all he needs now is his baby.

Being only twenty weeks, Yoongi wishes it was closer to his due date. Yet again he doesn't, because he's terrified about the idea of giving birth. His phone chimes, picking it up and seeing Hoseok texted. He smiles, opening it to see he invited him to a club. Every fiber in Yoongi's body is telling him no, but he wants to have a little bit of fun before Minseo decides to arrive. He met Hoseok and his boyfriend outside of the club in line, the couple were smiling at one another and Yoongi nearly puked at how cute they were. He whistles, getting their attention and Hoseok's boyfriend, Hyunjung, cat calls, "Look at Prego walking down the street!"

Yoongi rolls his eyes, giving the boy a small bro hug before doing the same with Hoseok. Hoseok places a hand on Yoongi's belly, getting a response no one has gotten yet. Minseo didn't want any part of him, she pushes against his hand as if to get him away from her. Hoseok giggles, "I can feel little toes."

"Okay quit that hurts," Yoongi takes his hand away, rubbing the spot. Minseo kicks apologetically before curling up in a ball and eventually falling asleep.

"So are you ready to have some fun!!" Hyunjung asks, raising both fists in the air and swinging his hips.

Hoseok chuckles, bringing him close and kissing his cheek. Yoongi shrugs, "I honestly want to sleep right now but a little fun won't hurt nobody."

"You can't drink Hyung," Hoseok says seriously.

"I know that shit face why do you think I've been sober for the past twenty weeks?"

Hoseok laughs, taking out a joint and lighting it up for him and Hyunjung, he looks at Yoongi and squints, "Can you smoke?"

"Nope, can't do anything fun like I used to," Yoongi says bitterly, waving the smoke out of his face, "And I really don't appreciate the smoke in my face right now."

"We're trying to get lit before we can go in the party," Hyunjung says kindly, wrapping himself around Hoseok. Damn this kid was clingy, this would drive Yoongi nuts. They get closer in line until finally they get up there and the bouncer blocks them off, "I'm sorry we're full."

"Three more people wouldn't make the building burst," Hyunjung laughs, trying to get past him, but the bouncer stops him.

"Look, you're cute, but your friends here aren't," he eyeballs Yoongi then his bump, "We don't need pregnant men in here ruining the image of the club."

"What? That's bullshit," Hyunjung screams, "He has as much right as these skanky ass bitches you let go through! Just you wait, when they're pregnant and want to come have fun I'm betting you that you'll let them in because they've probably sucked your small cock!"

"Babe," Hoseok wraps his arms around the small, petite man, "Lets just go. This man's not worth it."

Yoongi swallows and follows them, the feeling of guilt taking over as he follows the couple to the parking lot where their car is at. The club wasn't far from Yoongi's apartment, so he just walked. He's regretting it now because of his ankles throbbing and the sudden burst of thunder and lightning.

"Hobi, I'm sorry," Yoongi says softly, "I ruined your night."

"Nah, it's cool Yoongs. Why don't you go home and get some sleep? For Minseo?" Hoseok smiles, hugging his friend, "I'll see you later Hyung."

Yoongi nods, watching Hoseok get in his car and drive off. Yoongi sighs, feeling rain pitter patter on his head before it starts pouring. Of fucking course it starts pouring. He raises the hood up on his sweatshirt, walking home and once he's home, he strips his wet clothes off at the door. He was probably going to get sick from being in the rain, but he could care less right now.

He sits on the couch, watching the lightning flash and hearing the rumble of thunder. Minseo was still asleep, his hand on his bump as he slowly rubs it. He doesn't know how long he's been sitting there just staring at his daughter's home, but his phone goes off on the coffee table and nearly gives him a heart attack. Picking it up, he sees a notification from Instagram. Hoseok tagged him in his photo.

@hobimanhope72
🖤1,304 likes

Got shit faced walking home from this sweet club with my babbyyyyy @hyungiejungie. Wish my home boi @yoonglesdick could've came!

Yoongi snorts, throwing his phone away from him and staring back out that huge window. He hung up some black curtains when he moved in, and as much as he wanted to close them, he couldn't take his eyes off the storm brewing outside.

Just like the brewing in his broken heart when his tears start falling.

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