Clutch clenching, jaws tightening. Every single step felt heavier and heavier as almost like his body weight was slammed down hard from stress. From panic. From fear.

Within a new chapter of his life. A new beginning and a new change. Maybe he had a chance of starting a family. Besides the one he has with his friends of course. But a family from his own biology. Someone who was like him. Someone who similarly looked like him.

Luggages being placed on the side and small gasps and murmurs from the other boys didn't caught Jimin's attention. Only Jungkook's thumb grazing over the smaller knuckles. Only his actions seemed to soothe him. Knowing he had support. Knowing he was by his side.

Within stepping inside, the scent of cinnamon and honey ran through them as they were welcomed indoors. The soft and comforting warmth wrapping around their pale fingertips and red noses. Before their eyes was the hallway split into half. Half of it showed the stairs that painted white on the wooden handles and oak brown carpet covering every bit of floor. Curved to the right led to the top of the stairs which Jimin presumed that led to the bedrooms.

Light caramel colour painted on the walls as landscape oil paints filled down the wide hallway. A small fumble of noise above their heads were heard leading towards the top of the stairs and running down to the very bottom.

Feminine was what Jimin would define the young girl. A girl that look mature but had delicate baby features still showing on her complexion. Blonde long locks looking identical to Jimin's hair colour. Unlike Jimin, her eyes were more round, like full bunny eyes with green emerald glistening. She certainly looked rather elegant, wealthy and welcoming just on her gesture of a warm smile.

In her night gown, Jimin would see her as a resemblance to Wendy from Peter Pan as cliché as it sounds.

"Oh seems like you have been staying up when we specifically asked you to go to bed. Did you not listen to the maid's orders?"

Nose crinkling, her jaw clenched as she half apologised to her parents. "Jimin, this is our eldest daughter, Emily. She is only younger than you by two years. She is sixteen."

Eyes daring to Jimin, Emily smile copied Jimin smile. "Big brother!" Arms trapping as she engulfed him into a hug. Even though she was smaller, she certainly has the strength. A rush of warm ran through Jimin's spine once she felt embarrassed by the sudden cuddle. Releasing a small giggle, Emily's eyes gazed up at Jimin's and gave two kisses on either cheeks.

"I've been so looking forward to meet you ever since dad heard the notice about you. He has always mentioned about you but never really spoke much since he didn't know a lot. But now I'm sure we will have lots to talk about now." Hyperactively commenting and rambling that Jimin only got literally a few words that he understood.

"He doesn't speak English well Emily." Pausing with an 'o' shaped mouth. She slapped her hand over it, covering her lips and smiled. Jimin could tell that she was smiling from her creases eyes showing.

"She is definitely like you Jimin." Jungkook mentioned under his breath. She held onto Jimin's hand and cupped it with both of hers. Bowing slightly, she tried saying 'hello' in Korean in a very British accent.

"So are these all of Jimin's friends?" Eyes scanned over every single individual. Before Emily could talk further, her mum grabbed her by the shoulder and guided her out of the room. "They must be tired and we should get them in bed."

Once the two women walked out, Jimin's father half laughed and took them upstairs. "She is bit of a chatter box."

Once on the top floor, the first rooms were shown with little name slabs that were on the doors. "That's Emily's room." He pointed at the door with her name on. This door is of our twin boys Charles and Henry." Once heading further to the end of the hallway, three empty rooms were placed with no names but just plain white. "Im afraid we only have three guest rooms sadly so you might have to pair up but the beds are double so hopefully it wont be a worry." Once opening the doors, eyes awed at such beauty. It looked like winter cabin rooms with wooden carved bed decorations, brown wood hanging up on the walls and a small bed side table on either side of the bed that had curtains hanging.

"Each rooms are the same, my wife likes simple same guest rooms so it doesn't show 'favourites'. She decorates I just lose my money because how can i say no?" Chuckling at the slight complaint, the pairs walked into their rooms as soon as the dad walked off. Closing the door to Jimin and Jungkook's room, he flew onto the bed and cuddled into the sheets. "It feels so soft"

Feeling excited and thrilled, his little bum stuck up into the air as he wiggled around the already creased duvets. Once Jungkook settled down the luggage, he grabbed ahold of the pyjamas he packed in his bag and threw Jimin a pair. "Ill go get ready in the bathroom."

Sitting alone on the bed, Jimin watched the london lights shining bright as more lights were shown when it was passed the hills and into the main city. Glistening ever so brightly, Jimin was in awe to even realise an uninvited guest hiding behind the door, peeping through. Or should he say. Guests.

A little tumble was heard and Jimin instantly turned his head seeing the two boys in matched pyjamas. Both looked like they were seven years of age.

Once being caught, the two looked guilty as they clung onto each other out of fear. Jimin approached then and kneeled down to their height and smiled so softly. "Hello and who might you be?" Jimin could hardly tell them apart with matching brown hair styles of their foreheads covered like coconut heads. Both have car patterns on their sleep wear and identical looks like their mother. Blue eyes showing through with gloss as their faces look small with their round large eyes. Pouty lips and a button nose. They looked like little princes. Little angels. One of them twiddled with their thumb while the other twisted their feet while looking to the ground. It was obviously seen by how shy they were.

"My name is Henry." One of them finally spoke out. Holding out his hand, the little boy took it and Jimin shook hands with him. Jealously arouse from the other and pointed at himself with confidence. "Im Charles but mummy and daddy call me Charlie."

Shaking his hand, Charles felt more powerful over such a gesture and puffed his chest. Wrinkling his nose at his other twin. "Im the older one!" Henry added. "Im the smarter one!" Charles complied back.

"Are not!"

"Are to!"

"Are not!"

"I got fifteen out fifteen on the spelling test!" Charles continued.

"Yea well I get harder reading books!" Henry smiled in victory.

"Oo seems like both of you young men are so intelligent."

"Yeah well I'm smarter. I have a girlfriend because I'm more smart." Charles crossed his arms. He certainly was a fighter.

Henry frowned and kicked the air. "Girls are weird!"

"No they not!"

"Yes they are! They try to give you kisses!"

"Mummy is a girl! Are you calling her weird?" Charles asked. Henry quickly shook his head. "Mummy is a woman. There is a difference."

Clearing his throat, the boys looked at Jimin. Feeling confused by what the whole argument was, he was only able to pick out some words. "Oh sorry you cant speak English-." Henry paused.

Understanding what Henry was trying to say Jimin replied, "Jimin."

"Mr Jimin." Shaking his head the silent adult smiled and patted the two boy's head. "Just Jimin."

A set of footsteps were heard and the boys left the room, saying goodbye and ran before they could get caught.

Returned to the bathroom Jungkook walked in and saw Jimin still crouching on the floor. "You ok?"

"I'm gonna have to learn English."

Chuckling so fondly, Jungkook helped Jimin get ready for bed and tucked him in. "How are you feeling? Still nervous?"

Shaking his head in reply, Jimin tugged on Jungkook's fingers and placed them on his head so he could run his fingers through. "I'll help you with English tomorrow baby."

Nodding along with a yawn, the smaller figure started to doze off gently before he could talk anymore.