Jimsukoo family are off to spend their day outside. The sun is shining brightly, warmly, but not too hot. It's a perfect day for the three of them.
Jìmin as always is amused with Yoon and Koo:
- Aren't you both too grown up for mother-daughter matching outfits?
His two loves in his life look at each other, slowly realizing they, in fact, do match.
- Must be a coincidence, - says Koo. He's smiling, his bunny teeth showing.
- No, bun, it happens every time, - Jìmin retorts. His smile is content, the look in his eyes so so fond.
- Jìmin-ah, - Yoon calls to him in that sweet sweet voice, - It must be our special mother to son connection, - His eyes are glinting with happiness.
Jìmin moves closer and sweeps Yoon into his arms. He secretly whispers in his reddened ear:
- I swear, sometimes it's like his umbilical cord is still intact. It's so endearing to see him all grown up but still following you and your habits like a little tail.
Yoon sighs happily, kissing his husband's cheek.
- Besides, Jìmin-ah, you're never too old for a parent-child matching outfits, you know?
- I know, - the younger agrees and suddenly preens:
- I'll make sure it's me who's matching with our bun next time! - he all but jumps in place.
Yoon chuckles fondly. His family truly is the best.
One of the CEOs of Min Enterprises, a successful businessman, a philanthropist and a proud mother Min Yòongi was scrolling through a bunch of photos the media took at the press conference.
With a swelling heart he eyed the headlines and articles praising Jùngkook, a new vice president and their prodigy son. Choosing one particular picture he liked he sent it to his personal assistant, to have it printed and beautifully framed.
He almost missed the sound of the knocking. A moment later the door opened and the office started filling with powerful, but not too overwhelming scent of siberian cedar and moss. It was mouthwatering and it was home.
Alpha Jìmin looked at his strikingly beautiful husband. His shoulders immediately straightened and chest puffed with pride.
- Hey, gorgeous, - he said, sliding closer.
- Hello, husband of mine, - Yoon purred, relishing in the amazing feeling of the other's chest pressing onto his back, arms circling around his waist and holding on tightly.
He looked over Yoon's shoulder and saw a picture of them three together. He felt a pang of joy inside.
He gently caressed Yoon's belly through a white dress shirt, pressing his palms and warming it in a sweet gesture of gratitude.
- They grow up so fast, don't they, mama? - Jimin said I his reddened ear, tone low and pleasant, - Seems like only yesterday we shared one bedroom with strings tied across the ceiling to hang our washing on.
Yoon hummed.
- He was so tiny back then. We had to get extra fresh cows milk from neighbours who had relatives in the village. Your hair was so badly dyed then.
They both chuckled. A whirlwind of memories passed before their eyes. There were both good and bad days. But as years went by only good remained and the bad only made them stronger.
- I love us, - Yoon whispered, - the best thing ever happened to me: my two alpha boys.
Jīmin squeezed his husband's waist tighter.
- As long as I have you I don't need nothing else. My heart is full. Love you.
And he pressed a sweet kiss to Yòongi's mating mark.
