2 Is he...mine?

Yoongi was only 21 when he found out he was pregnant by his first and only, Kim Namjoon, but didn't know how to contact him since their untimely and heartbreaking separation.

He and his 4 years old son Min Daehyun roam the streets not knowing where their next meal was going to come from.

Yoongi's family wasn't anywhere near Seoul and didn't want anything to do with them from disgrace and embarrassment.

They were homeless for almost his son's whole life because Yoongi couldn't hold down a job, sleeping from couch to couch in friends or strangers' homes.

Namjoon's brother gave Yoongi the address of Namjoon's apartment out of pity. They plan to have a DNA test and at least have a roof over their heads for a few nights if Namjoon were to be so kind.

Yoongi quickly packed everything that same night and scooped up his sleeping child and hit the road on the last bus available.

Here they were...at Namjoon's doorstep waiting nervously, it felt like hours had passed.

Namjoon's reaction as expected wasn't the most welcoming;

"You are unwelcome here. Fuck off"

The words cut like knives to Yoongi's weak and damaged heart.

Bringing the already emotionally unstable Yoongi into tears. Little Daehyun hid behind Yoongi's thin legs, scared but tired.

"Daddy... I need to potty..." he mumbled half-asleep.

Both adults were frozen in fear upon hearing the wine of pure innocence trapped between his family drama.

Namjoon peered behind Yoongi's legs, his eyes meet with a pair of dark brown tired eyes. Like a mirror that took him back his past. Staring back at him confused and exhausted wasn't himself as a child, but his son.

Of course, Namjoon didn't know this yet, but a seed of fear was planted on the back of his mind.

"is he..." Namjoon stuttered

"yes...he is...Namjoon...He is our son"