[A/n: Jeez what was I even typing in the previous chapters...? I'll have to change the grammar DRASTICALLY lmao. Enjoy reading!]

Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin find themselves in the middle of a busy street. Given their little height and bodies, they were constantly being shoved around by the pedestrians.

"Whose children are these? So annoying."

"What an irresponsible mother, Sha! Leaving their kids like this in the middle of a street."

"Oh my God...are they lost?"

"They're not crying. They're out on a little adventure I bet."

A little adventure...?

"Guys, I think I have an idea." Yoongi says, having a face as cute as sugar and as hard like a wrestler. Jimin with his puppy eyes and a small toy in his hand looks at Yoongi and then at his favorite hyung who was looking around curiously.

"What is it, hyung?" Hoseok asks Yoongi.

"Maybe we can give papa and the others a break? And...and stay outside for the night?"

"But... papa be worried?"

"Papa will not worried, Jimin. It's okay." Yoongi says, his hand gripping Hoseok's even tighter than before.

With the mission of surviving the whole day and night without their beloved father, the trio advances through the crowd.

Their hands were tightly knitted within each other. Yoongi holds both of his brothers, guiding from the middle. No matter what happened, they wouldn't let each other's hands out.

"I see not busy street." Yoongi says with one eye open as the other side of his face was brushed with some lady's skirt. Jimin almost enters the skirt of the lady as he was on Yoongi's left side.

"Let's go, fast hyung." Jimin says in his broken speech. "Yeah. Leave it to me."

Yoongi pumps out first as Jimin and Hoseok immediately follow him. They take deep, assuring breaths as they squeezed out of the crowd.

"That was close. I thought we were going to die." Yoongi, the pessimistic child utters.

"We were going to die...?" Jimin's little eyes began to water as he heard the words from his brother. His cute little button nose blushed, until Hoseok booped it cutely.

"Why worry when we have Yoongi hyung, Jimin-ah? Yoongi hyung is the eldest now. He will take care of us. Right, hyung?"

"Of course I will. Are you hungry, Jimin?" Asks the six year old to his three year old brother. Jimin nods his head willingly. He indeed felt hungry after being separated from his family and the guilt and fear eating him up from within.

They reach a cafe where Yoongi pulls out a...

"Two coffee and milk please. Without suga."

All that was seen on the desk was a tiny, pale white hand of a baby and a leaf...

The cashier blinks in confusion, slowly rising from his seat to look down, the other side.

His eyes began melting at the sight of three little children holding each other's hands and looking up at him with mesmerizing, pleading eyes. The cashier couldn't resist but walk out of his little area.

"Oi! Your little customers are keeping the line awaiting!" As an old lady grumbles from behind the queue, the cashier at once glares at her direction.

"These three musketeers are on a little adventure! Have some respect!" The cashier yells back at the woman.

Yoongi smirks, getting the respect he deserved.

"We have no change, kind sir..."

"W-wait a minute, sweetie. You sure you're not lost?"

"Ahjusshi...we are helping our father. He is all alone." Yoongi says no more than that. The cashier looks at the other two faces, sunken and sad.

"Alright. Can I have your money please?"

'These kids definitely don't know the concept of money yet, I bet.'

After a while, the cashier waves goodbye to the three little musketeers with suitable disposable glasses in their hands.

"This will keep us alive for the next five days." Says Yoongi, having no idea what hunger might feel like. Everyone's gotta admit, that Namjoon was a great father and understood his children well.

"Now...where should we go, hyung?"

"Play house! The...The one dad always drops us at!" As Yoongi asks, Jimin raises his hand cutely and decides their next destination.

"The playhouse?" Yoongi asks as he began thinking.

'Dad will know where we will be. Anyway...there are many playhouses in the town, right?'

"Okay! We will play at another play house. Okay, Jimin?"

"Okay!" Jimin adorably repeats what his hyung says, slowly and gently to himself. The warm milk in his hands were burning his little palms.

"Hyung...hot." He slowly calls as they begin walking. Yoongi observed that it was getting darker and darker. He was never allowed to go outside. He doesn't know how the sun and the moon work for them everyday.

"Is it hot for you, Jimin-ah? Hyung will hold it for you." The kind boy suggests his younger brother. Hoseok takes the milk cup, knowing to change hands when it got too hot to hold.

At a bus station not so far away, Jimin struggled to get up on the bench by himself. It was an adult seater, not designed for someone so young as himself. Hoseok sees Jimin struggling, giving up and finally letting his cheeks and nose get red.

"Oh, Jimin-ah." Jumping down from the bench, intending to help the younger one, Hoseok knocks over the milk cup which was in his hands.

The milk was spilled all over the floor.

The three stare at it, with a disappointed look in their faces.

"We will buy a new one, Jimin-ah." Says Yoongi, to Jimin who was about to shed his tears of despair.

For children like them, all their world consisted of food, sleep and their parents. They know nothing more than them, slowly adapting and letting other things in their lives...later.

If they've lost something out of the three...it's a big thing for their little hearts.

It is as equivalent to loosing something like an entire house...in adult equivalent.

So when Yoongi told Jimin he can find another bottle of milk for him, Jimin happily trusted his brother and got seated on the bench.

As time passed, a blue bus with bright lights with a party mood stationed at the bus stop.

The three look at each other, smiles growing on their faces.

Their adventure was going to take a whole new turn now.