➰The inkling➰

Yoongi found Jimin snuggled to his chest that morning which made him smile, it's been days since he last made contact with him and he misses this so much. He wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist and leaned down to place a peck on his forehead. He was truly worried for him, he just wished he knew what was bothering his head.

"Daddy..." He heard Jimin speak. He was surprised that he was already awake and the fact that he called him in that certain name. Sure, he used that a couple of times but Jimin was always too shy to mutter that word.

"Baby, you're awake."

"Y-You're my daddy right?" Jimin looked at him with his big doe eyes that were too innocent compared to the words he was letting out at the moment. Was Jimin really a little? But how come he never told him? He'll have to confront him some other time.

Yoongi smiled and caressed his soft cheeks. "I can be whoever you want me to be. Your boyfriend, partner, best friend, superman and your Yoongi, okay?"

"And my daddy too?" The younger's face lit up, his smile widening into a grin that made his heart melt.

"Yes, I'll be your daddy too." Yoongi nodded his head, also smiling. It felt kinda awkward for him but this was Jimin he was talking to, he've done everything with him, he's not gonna feel awkward now.

"Yay, I miss my old daddy but now I have a new one!" Jimin sat up ecstatic and straddled on top of Yoongi, sitting on his stomach. "Daddy, can we play? Can we, can we?"

Yoongi was supposed to feel overly happy because one, Jimin was sitting on top of him with round plump ass. Two, he was calling him his daddy and three, he was acting abnormally cute today. This scene should surely make his heart thump and melt but what struck him the most was when he said 'I miss my old daddy'.

What did that supposed to mean? Did he have a past boyfriend– err, better yet a caregiver? But he thought he was the first one, his first love. Jimin would never lie to him. Or was he just pertaining to his biological father? Ugh! Too many questions so early in the morning. It's best for him and his brain not to think about it.

"We'll play when you finish getting cleaned up and eat breakfast, okay?"

"Okay daddy!"

Yoongi stopped him by the arm before he could leave. "Aren't you forgetting something?" The little one tilted his head in confusion. Yoongi pointed at his lips as hint as the other realizes quickly. He leaned down to give a quick peck on the older. "Good, now go take shower."

Today will be interesting.

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As they promised, everyone gave their attention to Jimin as they played for a few hours. Of course they couldn't help but to ask the 'magic questions' to Yoongi, which was enough to make him crazy because he himself was not sure of what was happening to his boyfriend.

"Are you sure he's not a little?" Hoseok whispered while he watched Jimin drawing unspecified objects and creature on the paper with crayons and colorful pens.

"For the last time! I don't fucking know! He never told me about it!" Yoongi frustratedly replied but in a whisper tone, careful enough not to let Jimin hear.

"You should probably ask him sooner, it'll be better for you both." Jin butted in from the side, cleaning dusts here and there. "For now, let's just try to understand him."

"Hey hyung, what happened to Namjoon by the way?"

Seokjin placed his hands on top of his hips. "After his incident yesterday he suddenly caught a cold. I already gave him some medicine, I hope he gets better quick. He's sleeping for once which might be a good thing, he's been too preoccupied with his tutor sessions."

"Namjoon can pull through, I've known him for years. That cold is no biggie at all." Yoongi muttered, trying to reassure his friend's worried boyfriend which he successfully accomplished.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"Kook! How's the painting going?" Taehyung asked beside Jimin and shifted his gaze to the male from the other side of the table with a canvass in front of him and holding a palette and a paintbrush on his hands.

"Almost done! I just need to finish up a few details." The younger replied and stroked the paintbrush over the surface of the canvass.

Taehyung snapped his fingers soon later and turned to face Jimin with a jolly smile. "Let's take a picture Jimin!" The latter just shrugged while continuing to color on the paper. He raised up his phone with its camera on front and posed as blonde male was still busy on his work and not bothering to look up, he ended up candid on the photo.

Seokjin noticed them and snatched his instax on the shelf, capturing the duo sitting on the floor with scattered drawings on the floor like kindergarten. He clicked the button and the camera flashed earning their attention. Taehyung only whined for being not ready but Jimin on the other hand, snapped his head to the older and glared at him with a small growl. "Why did you do that?"

"I thought you two looked cute together." Jin replied, his smile melting into a frown.

"Don't do that! It irritates me!"

Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged confused looks, wondering why the male was acting so differently. They never saw him so infuriated like this, he has always been so sweet and gentle to them. Taehyung draped a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Chim, it was just a photo, relax."

"I don't like it!" Jimin shouts and shrugged his hand off aggressively.

"What's going on here?" Yoongi finally decided to interrupt them, getting up from his seat beside Hoseok cutting their 'serious conversation' off.

"Daddy!" The blonde cried and ran to him, wrapping his arms all over the boy which he gladly returned the favor. "They were being mean and I hate them!"

Yoongi stared at the three males who he was with earlier looking for some kind of explanation from them. Finally Seokjin took the liberty to, half-heartedly. "It was nothing big Yoongi, I just took a photo of them. That's all."

"Baby," He called to the younger who was tightly hugging him. "What you did was wrong. Jin hyung is older than you so respect him okay? Say you're sorry."

"But daddy!" Jimin continued to complain, his voice muffled against Yoongi's chest.

"Jimin, say sorry. Now."

Jimin lets go of the embrace and wore a grouchy pouting face. "I'm sorry for being rude Jin hyung, Taehyung."

"I-It's fine, really." Seokjin assured while using his hands as gestures.

"Very good. Now let's eat ice cream for your reward." Yoongi patted his head, smiling when Jimin cheered and pulled him to the kitchen. He turned his head back to the others and made a sincere apologetic look before completely disappearing.

"Jimin is... really confusing me." Hoseok quietly muttered on his seat.

"Yeah, you and me both. Well, I'm gonna go check on Namjoon, see you goons later."

When Jin left, Taehyung's phone rang. The caller wasn't saved to his contacts which was awfully quite suspicious, he doesn't give his phone numbers to strangers too. "I'll just answer this, it might be important." He excused himself from the others, particularly to his busy boyfriend who was still busy with the painting.

He stepped outside and answered the call. Jungkook and Hoseok were left alone in the living room. The older was drinking coffee at the one-person sofa while surfing the net with his phone. Jungkook was humming a cheerful song and putting different sorts of shenanigans on the canvass to make it more fancier than it already was.

When he was finally contented, he stared at his work in satisfactory with a proud grin playing on his lips. He did a good job painting Jimin's face, it really looked like him. HopefulHe placed the canvass down on the table to let it dry and fixed his paintbrushes and his palette neatly because Jin will nonstop scold him for days for leaving such a mess.

After he got the brushes clean and put his materials back on its place, he went back to the living room to check on his painting. His eye brows arched mainly in confusion to see green paint pooling down Jimin's left eye like an illusion to think that it was crying and his smiling face was exchanged with a horrible creepy frown. A few red blood-like splats of paint was visible too. But he didn't paint any of that.

"Hyung, did you mess with my painting?" Jungkook asked Hoseok who was lost playing on his phone, not even daring to take his gaze away from it.

"No, why would I? I don't know a tad bit about painting and I'm busy kicking ass on PvZ, I wouldn't have time to. Besides, you've been gone for like ten seconds, I couldn't possibly multitask that quick." Hoseok replied as a matter of fact.

He has a point. But why did his painting change? It wasn't humanly possible. Taehyung was out on a phone call, Yoongi and Jimin were eating ice cream on the kitchen and Namjoon and Jin were at their room. No one could've had the chance to change it, not even for a minute. The painting... it was as if it changed itself. He was beginning to have faint inklings of what was going on. Starting from that boy, Jimin.

Taehyung entered a second later with a somewhat terrified look on his face and his trembling hand barely holding his phone. Jungkook broke away from his thoughts and noticed this, then deciding to call out for him. "Hyung, are you okay? You look... bewildered."

"H-Huh? It's nothing, don't worry." He shrugged it off and smiled slightly, shoving his phone on his back pocket. "Did you finish the painting?"

Jungkook peeked at the canvass that was turned against from the older's sight and back to his curious boyfriend. "Uh, I messed it up. I'm throwing it away." He chuckled softly before making his way out. "This isn't real."

A/n:

Does most of this make a lot of sense? Meh, probably not. I'm a crazy weirdo anyway so deal with it bitch.