“Appa, when will you marry Eomma?”

Yoongi spat out his wine onto the carpet beside the table, coughing abruptly. Jungkook and Hoseok snickered beside him, but a quiet glare shut them right up.

“W-What do you mean, Yejun?” He asked.

“Eomma. I want you to marry Eomma.”

“Yejun, we’ve been over this. Your eomma is—“

“I know.” Yejun said, cutting him off. “But Yejun found himself a new Eomma. And Appa better marry Eomma.”

Yoongi looked around at the others at the table, exasperated.

Why was his seven year old son trying to set him up with someone?

“Is it Soyun?” Namjoon asked, eyebrow curved up in amusement. Yejun curled his nose in distaste.  

“Why would it be ​her?” ​He asked, disgust clearly present. “Why would you even compare Eomma to her? Eomma is kind, bought me ice cream and played with me. Soyun just talked to that gross guy running around the park.”

Yoongi frowned.  

“She what?”

“She didn’t want to buy me ice cream and she left me alone, but Eomma kept me company!”

“Jungkook, make Soyun take Yejun to the park tomorrow.” Yoongi said. Jungkook nodded.

“Yah! I get to see Eomma again!” Yejun cheered, digging into his dinner. While the boy was distracted, Yoongi turned to Hoseok.

“Trail them. I want you to find out who this woman is and if she’s a threat to my son.”

“Yes, Hyung.” Hoseok said, nodding in agreement.

After dinner, Soyun came in without a word and took Yejun to bed.

The next day she was told to take the boy to the park once again. She sighed but nodded, taking him and watching him run off to the play set. Her eyes roamed around, landing on the same guy from yesterday.

She smiled, walking up to him.  

“Hello.” Jin looked up.  

“Oh...hello.” Jin said, hiding his frown towards the woman.

“Can you watch my son for me? I have to go and do some errands, and I just couldn’t find a babysitter.”

“Uh...I mean, I really can’t, cause he’s not my—“

“Great! Thanks~” Jin watched, bewildered as she walked off.

What kind of nanny was she?

He watched as Soyun walked up to Yejun and pointed at Jin. She also handed the boy something, probably a snack before walking off.

Yejun ran up to Jin, smiling brightly. “Eomma!” He called, barrelling into the man with a hug.

Jin sat there, still bewildered, but smiled down at the boy.

“Hello, Yejun-ssi. How are you?”

“Good!” Seokjin looked down, his eyebrows furrowing at the snack Soyun had given him. Yejun was about to open it, when Jin stopped him.

“Yejun, can I see that?” The kid shrugged and handed the snack to Seokjin, who rolled his eyes.

“How about we get some ice cream again, Okay? This snack is...​healthy.​” He whispered.

The boy’s eyes widened comically and then twisted in disgust. “Ew!” He shrieked. Jin smiled and stood, taking the boy’s hand and leading him towards the ice cream stand.

On the way, he dropped the snack into the trash can.

He didn’t notice the man trailing behind him, picking the snack up and out of the bin.

“Peanuts? Really?” Hoseok rolled his eyes, dropping the package in the trash where it belonged. “That fucking airheaded bitch.” He muttered unhappily.

He continued to trail the man and Yejun, watching them get some ice cream and then sit on a nearby bench, chatting happily.

He took out his phone and took a few pictures, sending them to Namjoon to study and get some information on the guy, before calling Yoongi.

“Yes?” The man said, answering.

“Hyung, I found the one Yejun calls ‘Eomma’.”

“Who is she?”

“More like he.”

“A man?”

“It seems so. Soyun walked right up to him, and I thought she was flirting at first, but she basically told him to watch Yejun for her and then she disappeared. She gave Yejun some peanuts, which he threw away and now they’re getting ice cream.”

“She gave my son peanuts?” Yoongi asked lowly.

Hoseok sighed.

Yejun was severely allergic to peanuts. The last time he’d accidentally eaten one, he’d had to be taken to the hospital. His throat closed and he couldn’t breathe, it was one of the only times Hoseok had ever seen Yoongi scared; seeing his son struggling to breath and on the brink of death.

“I sent a picture to Namjoon to try and figure out who this guy is. He looks young, maybe a university student, fresh out of high school, if I’m to be honest.”  

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“Keep watching them.” Yoongi eventually demanded. “Make sure he doesn’t try to take advantage of my son.”

“Yes, Hyung.” He hung up and leaned against a tree.

He watched the two for the rest of the day, but he didn’t really find any suspicious things about the man watching Yejun. He even went so far as to climb the play set to play with Yejun at one point.  

It was the longest Hoseok had ever seen the kid smile.

But it dropped as soon as Soyun appeared again, several bags in her arms.  

“Come on, honey!” She called. “Eomma’s done with her errands!”

Hoseok frowned at those words, but eventually turned away, heading back to the mansion before she did.  

He stepped into the house and headed straight for Yoongi’s office. He knocked and entered once he’d been given permission.

“Yes?”

“Soyun went shopping. Came back and apparently told the guy she was Yejun’s mother.”

“She what?” Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, standing and slamming his hands onto the desk. “Call her here. Now.” He growled out. Hoseok bowed and exited, walking to the front entrance and finding Soyun there, handing her bags to a nearby guard and demanding he put them in her room.

“Yoongi wants to see you.” He said coldly. She smirked and flicked her hair, sauntering away immediately. Hoseok turned to the poor guard. “Burn those.” He demanded. He nodded and scrambled off to do his superiors bidding.

Shouting was heard from downstairs, the voice from Yoongi. Hoseok turned to Yejun, who stared back at him with wide eyes.  

“Why don’t we go and play in your room, Okay buddy?” Yejun nodded and they walked to Yejun’s room, seconds before Soyun burst downstairs, sobbing and scared shitless.

She rushed out of the house. Yoongi walked slowly down the stairs, a scary aura surrounding him.  

“Namjoon.” He called, when he walked into the man’s office.

“Yes, sir?” He asked.

“Give me everything you have on that man from the park.” He said coldly. Namjoon nodded and handed Yoongi the file.

“Here you go.”