baby boy → y.min

thirty-two

"Fairy cakes!" Jimin squealed, biting into one as he sat back down, not too interest in the movie anymore. Holly watched intently, sniffing and whimpering, begging for a bite. "Okay, Holly, you can have just one!"

It was a rather generous offer. It took a lot for Jimin to give his treats away and share (unless it was Daddy).

Holly was overjoyed and swallowed the thing with just a few bites, crumbs spilling everywhere and sprinkles and frosting sticking to the puppy's fur. Jimin giggled, his own mouth covered in the sugary icing.

He had eaten five cupcakes. When he was extra good he was only allowed one and even that was after dinner. But Jimin was too high on sugar to think of the consequences and wanted to play. Daddy was busy. He'd just play with Holly.

Except Holly had a totally different game in mind than Jimin, running to the office (her paws too quiet on the floor to be heard by Yoongi, whose ears were shielded by large headphones) and returned with the ball Jimin was forbidden with playing inside.

Jimin gasped. "No, Holly, playin' ball insides dangerous. Daddy says so and Daddy always right."

Holly however paid Jimin no mind and began shaking her head vigorously with the ball. Jimin frowned at being ignored, strictly pointing his finger at the pup.

"Put it down, Holly."

And Holly certainly did put it down. Releasing the ball mid shake, it flung through the air and crashed into the mantel piece, successfully knocking something down. Something that was very important even the littlest of little Jimin knew not to touch.

It was Daddy's award. A golden trophy of a musical symbol with his name embedded on it in silver words. It was a very special and Daddy's most prize possession.

And it was in two pieces.

The ball rolled sadly towards Jimin's feet, Holly dashing off with a yip, almost as if she knew what she had done, but when the little looked to see her cowering, all guilty, she was just shoving her face in this morning's kibble, definitely not guilty or ashamed of her actions.

Even with headphones in, Yoongi had heard the crash loud as day, and ran out of the studio, worried for Jimin's safety, but the scene he entered on was not what he expected at all.

Broken trophy. Jimin. Ball.

Yoongi's face darkened.

"Jimin."

The little whimpered.

"What the hell did I say about playing ball inside?" His voice was thunderous, each and every syllable rocking with such intensity it made Jimin shudder and want to curl up like a hedgehog or crawl inside and hide in a shell like a snail. Daddy had never spoke like this before.

"Daddy—"

"No," the man spat, storming forward threateningly, picking up the remnants of Holly's little disaster. "Look what you've done. Are you proud, now, Jimin?"

Jimin's lower lip trembled, chin dimpling up as his eyes shone with fresh tears. Yoongi either did see the distraught expression or simply didn't care.

Instead the silence angered the older man even more and he slammed the two pieces back down onto the mantel, creating a frightening bang that made the little jump and let out a startled cry.

"Fucking hell," he cursed, kicking at the metal shield to the fireplace, successfully knocking it down. "You don't know how fucking hard I worked to get that award, Jimin. And you don't even listen when I tell you not to do something. Are you that fucking stupid ? And what the hell is that on your shirt?"

Jimin was too shaken up to even look down, but Yoongi came forward and inspected it himself, rather harshly as he gripped the strap of the dungarees, snapping the button right off.

"Frosting?" Eyes darted back to the pile of empty cupcake cases by the Peter Pan sippy cup, also empty. "You had cupcakes, too? Why are you being such a nuisance today, Jimin, for fucks sake, just—just behave yourself for fucking once in your life!

"I can't get any work done without you being a little shit and stirring up some trouble. I try my best then you go and shit all over my work like it's all a big fucking game, like the whole world revolves around you!"

Jimin's eyes were large, cheeks wet with tears. His bottom lip was trembling but all while he cried he didn't make a sound. 

"Go on and fucking cry, that's all you do when things don't go your god damn way. Little this, little fucking that. I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you."

Jimin took in a breath. "I-I'm not little, hyung," he choked out, turning away and walking calmly to the front door, turning the knob and leaving.

Yoongi stood in silence, still registering what Jimin had said, and when he did, he registered what he himself had said and realised how much he had fucked up. He ran to the front door, ready to chase after his boyfriend to somehow make it up even though deep down he knew he deserved no forgiveness at this point.

But the streets were empty and Jimin was no where in sight.

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i know holly's a boy but i know i definitely used a her pronoun in this somewhere

i am more sorry about that than i am about the angst i created :)