"Mamaaa!"

"Hi babies."

Yoongi hugged the twins tight, kissing their cheeks.

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek as he let them go, he honestly really wanted Hoseok again.

He ended up calling the taller who arrived in the next few minutes, Yoongi let him in and then gave his phone to the twins and let them watch cartoons on the carpeted floor.

Yoongi grabbed Hoseok's hand and pulled him over to Yoongi's large bed, mumbling something about wanting cuddles.

Hoseok just smiled and let Yoongi curl up on the bed, watching the twins.

Hoseok laid beside the smaller male, one of Yoongi's legs between his and Yoongi's back pressed against his chest.  Hoseok used his arm as a pillow for Yoongi, the other arm rubbing Yoongi's side.

"You're a good mother, Yoongi,"Hoseok muttered, not loud enough the twins could hear but just enough for Yoongi.

"Thank you..."

"No sarcasm? No bad boy behavior?"

"I-"

"You're going to be my good baby boy?"

Yoongi's face went red and he immediately covered his face with his hands, muttering a muffled, "Oh my god Hoseok."

Hoseok smiled and hugged him, pulling him closer, proud of himself.

Yoongi kept his red face hidden from the taller, not trying to give him the satisfaction of seeing him blush openly.

"You're so flustered baby, let me see you, cutie."

"Fuck no."

Hoseok laughed, "Okay."

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"No Chun! Oh god Chae."

Chinsun was a little rough player, she loved being able to tease and push around little Chinmae who wasn't as playful.

Yoongi immediately dropped the bags to help Chinmae.

Chinsun had been poking him and ended up pushing him into the escalator, Chinmae's jacket getting stuck.

Chinmae began crying, Yoongi hurrying to get the jacket off of him.

"Chae stop moving," Yoongi instructed but the poor toddler was being pulled toward the machine.

A tall male, seeing Yoongi's frantic struggle, ripped the end of the jacket that was stuck, preventing the jacket from suffocating the toddler.

Yoongi got the ripped jacket off of him with a relieved sigh, hugging Chinmae tight.

Chinsun guiltily dragged the bags Yoongi had dropped over to them.

"Thank you so much," Yoongi said as he stood tall, the taller responding with a dimpled smile.

"Mama..." Chinsun mumbled, tugging Yoongi's sleeve, "m sowwy..."

Yoongi pat her head, "Don't apologize to me, Sunnie, apologize to Chae."

Chinsun nodded, going and hugging her still crying brother tightly.

Yoongi smiled, holding his hand out to the man, "My name's Yoongi and those are my twins, Chinsun and Chinmae."

The taller shook his hand, "I'm Namjoon."

Yoongi smiled, "Again, thank you so much, Namjoon.  I probably wouldn't have got the jacket off him as quick. My poor baby."

Namjoon simply nodded, exchanging phone numbers since Yoongi honestly thought this guy seemed nice.

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"He's jealous."

"He's hot."

Jimin laughed at Yoongi's words, the older hadn't even realized what he said as he stared at Hoseok.

"Yoon, you gave your number to another guy and you haven't even given it to Hoseok."

"I haven't? I thought i did...."

"Thought.  You haven't."

"O-oh." Yoongi tugged at his blond hair, "Fuck."

Jimin nudged Yoongi, "You obviously got somethin for him so let's see if he's possessive. Just how you like."

Yoongi nodded slowly, a smile coming to his face, "You seem dumb but you got some good ideas."

"You be- wait what!?"

Yoongi ran, hiding behind Hoseok, "I GOT A MAD PUPPY CHASING ME!"

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Namjoon had invited Yoongi to the mall, the taller stating Yoongi seemed like a nice guy and wanted to be friends.

Yoongi, of course, agreed and Hoseok had practically begged to come along.  Yoongi had almost given away how giddy he was when Hoseok asked to go.

Jimin's plan was working.

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"Where are you from?"

"South Korea.  Daegu.  Parents and sister died in a car crash not too long after moving here, no one knew about me so I lived on the streets," Yoongi said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal even if that event changed the course of his whole life

Yoongi and Namjoon had actually ended up in a library, Hoseok on his phone or watching Yoongi. 

Hoseok had no idea if this Namjoon guy would be okay with him talking, he didn't want to make a fool of himself.  He felt like an idiot for going.   He was probably embarrassing himself because of his need to protect Yoongi.

"You're short," Namjoon teased as Yoongi stood on a stool, trying to reach a book.

Yoongi hissed, about to grab the book but he leaned too forward, knocking the stool off balance.

Namjoon ran to catch him and Yoongi hissed, having bruised his shin against the bookcase.

Hoseok bit his lip.

Yoongi sat on the stool, rubbing his bruised shin, "Damn that shit hurt."

"Are you okay? Sorry, I should've helped you," Namjoon was frantically touching Yoongi's shoulders, unsure of what to do.

"I got this," Hoseok practically hissed, not able to watch this stranger touch Yoongi. 

Namjoon backed up a few steps, Hoseok tugging Yoongi to his feet.

Yoongi leaned into Hoseok gently, waiting for the dull pain of the bruise to fade a bit.

Hoseok was way more protective the rest of the outing, and Yoongi was purposely being more touchy which got on Hoseok's nerves a bit.

"Kitten."

At the simple word said with so much dominance, Yoongi froze with wide eyes.

Namjoon apparently was an innocent soul who didn't get the significance of the tone.

"Y-yes Hoseok?"

Yoongi turned to the taller, his eyes sparkling despite the situation.

"Master to you," Hoseok mouthed, not actually saying it loud.

Yoongi's mouth dried, painfully gulping nothing down but air.

He loved this.

He took a step away from the confused man beside him.

"Say it."

"Y-yes M-master," Yoongi mumbled, not at all loud enough for Hoseok.

"Louder."

"Yes Master," Yoongi squeaked.

Hoseok gave him a smile and pat in the head, "Good Kitten, now I'mma be back in the music store if you need me."

Yoongi bit his lip, tugging Hoseok's sleeve lightly, just enough to tell him the small interaction was able to almost put him into subspace. 

Hoseok understood with Yoongi's silence, "Take a deep breath, you're not alone with me."

Yoongi nodded, returning to Namjoon's side and attempted to restart their conversation without bringing up what happened.

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Hoseok ended up driving Yoongi to his house, the smaller's leg bouncing anxiously so Hoseok settled his hand on Yoongi's knee.

"What's up, Yoon?"

"Is this why so many people end up taking advantage of me?  If I wasn't trained do you think I would end up being raped by numerous people?  Did you see how easily it is for me to go into subspace?  What if I didn't know you?  What if you were a bad person and I left myself so vulnerable?"

Hoseok was unsure of what to say so he began rubbing Yoongi's knee and thigh, feeling the smaller relax at his touch.

The reason Hoseok quit his dream as a therapist was because he wasn't good with comforting words and advice, despite years of battling anxiety he didn't know how to bring up sympathizing words.  He was good at physical affection, comforting with physical contact.

After a few minutes, Yoongi spoke of a different topic, "I thought I gave you my number..."

"What?"

"Jimin said I didn't give you my number."

"Yoongi, you literally called me 2 days ago.  I gave you my number, you called me.  I didn't need your number if you were going to call me anyway."

Yoongi's face went red, "Jimin said you were jealous 'cause I gave my number to Namjoon on our first meeting and not you."

"He's right on that one, I gave you my number after you fell asleep at my place.  Before I went to sleep I made sure you had my number on your phone.  So I was a bit jealous."

Yoongi hummed, watching Hoseok's hand that rubbed his thigh.

He squeezed his thighs together, Hoseok squeezing his thigh and removing his hand.

Yoongi made a noise of dismay, grabbing Hoseok's wrist.

Hoseok quickly looked over at Yoongi, "You like that huh?"

Yoongi hummed a yes, Hoseok going back to rubbing his thigh. 

"We'll be at my house in......about 7 minutes."

"Why do you live so far away from the main city?"

"I didn't pick this place, my mom did.  I used to uh live with my sister but she uh- she...killed herself.... like 6 years ago."

"How old are you?  I know you're about my age."

"22."

"You were 16..."

"Well 17, it happened after my birthday."

Yoongi hummed, "Tell me something personal."

"Hmm, I have anxiety, gotten much better but wouldn't say I'm "healed" cause I still get anxiety or panic attacks.  I'm better at controlling them and calming down.  I battled depression for 4 years, my mental state is better."

Yoongi squeezed Hoseok's hand before letting him go back to rubbing his thigh.

"How bout you?"

"I told my story to Namjoon so you probably overhead it.  I wanted to be a producer, hell I still do, but I don't have the money.  I don't want to be in The Black Doe anymore but I can't leave Jimin or Jin.  Jin has severe trauma and hates the sight of blood which is why he never goes out on missions.  Jimin was raised on the streets like me, except for way longer.  I had the best life out of them... I can't leave them."

Yoongi hadn't realized 2 things.  One being Hoseok pulled him to the driveway and two, he was crying.

Hoseok cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears, "Let's go inside and cuddle, you can tell me everything."