fifty-four.

"Just a minute!" Jimin hears his mom shout from inside the house. He fidgets with his sweater nervously, trying to boost up his mood and think of a reason why he followed his parents here in Japan.

"What- Chim?!" For years, he finally sees his mom face to face once more. Tears cascade from his eyes and he blinks multiple times to get rid of them.

"Oh honey," she whispers before dragging him inside the house. After putting his bags down, she reaches up to him, engulfing him into a warm and tight embrace.

"You should've told me you were coming!"

"It's okay, mom. I'm sorry I had to come over like this."

"Don't be sorry, honey. Now come on your dad will be so delighted to see you." Jimin's mom shows him her sweet smile, which is very similar to his. Before she can even go inside further in the house, he takes a step forward and sinks himself into her warmth once more, nuzzling his face against the crook of her neck.

"Jinwoo! Look who's here!" After his mom yells for his father's name, he instantly peeks from inside his study room, adjusting the spectacles he is wearing. When he makes sure that it is his son, he then pads his way towards Jimin, hugging and spinning him around happily.

"Dad! Put me down!" Jimin says in between giggles. His mom just laughs at how childish his dad is when he pouts before settling his feet back on the ground.

"I just miss my baby mochi. Is that bad?"

"Oh my God, dad. You're making me cringe! stop that baby-talk of yours!" Jimin says, rolling his eyes playfully. His dad just laughs back in return.

"How's my boy?"

"I'm doing really good, dad. Don't you worry."

Jimin assures them both. However, his mom just looks at him like she is digging holes inside his body. He gulps when she gives him the 'let's talk later' look before storming inside the kitchen.

"Let's get your things inside your bedroom, yeah?" Jimin nods and helps his dad carry his luggages. As soon as he's done arranging his belongings, he takes a quick nap because he is beyond exhausted from the flight.

"My Chimchim~ dinner is ready," his ears perk up when he hears his mother's sweet voice. He conditions himself before getting up.

"What time is it already, mom?" He asks before yawning. His mom gives him her warm smile once more, her hand reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"It's past 7 already, honey. Come down when you're ready, okay?"

She leaves Jimin behind for him to freshen up a bit. He then makes his way towards the bathroom, washing his face with soap before slipping into a comfortable pair of pajamas.

"The aroma of mom's food is making my stomach grumble too much! I missed this!" He squeals in delight before digging into the meal. His parents just look at him in awe.

"Mom, Dad, stop looking at me like that you're giving me chills," he retorts. The both of them just giggle and continued on eating their food. Once they were finished eating, Jimin offered to wash the dishes, leaving his parents waiting for him in the living room.

"What movie do you want to watch, Jiminnie?" He hears his dad ask from the living room. He was about to answer him but his mom cuts him off.

"No one's watching a movie! We'll be talking the whole night!"

After washing and drying the last batch of plates, Jimin dries his hands with a towel and proceeds to where his parents are already waiting. They sat seriously, eyeing every actions he makes.

"So, uhm, what's with this awkward atmosphere?" Jimin starts.

"Chim, we know something's bothering you. Mind telling us what happened to you?"

"Mom there's nothing wrong-"

"If there's nothing wrong, then you wouldn't be getting your ass on a plane to Japan first thing in the morning. You do know that there's no use in lying, right?"

"Is it that bad that I just wanted to visit you both because I missed you?"

His mom scoffs at his response.

"You don't even message us to say 'I miss you' so your excuses are just useless. Come on, tell us. Is it about Yoongi?"

Jimin's heart starts to ache upon hearing his name. He looks down, his gaze fixed on his shaking fingers. He feels the couch sink from the additional weight of his parents, but it still didn't give him the urge to look at them.

"Chim? Is something wrong with you and Yoongi?" His dad asks, a hint of worry present in his voice.

"I just... I'm just not sure if I am capable of making him happy forever, dad..."

The room goes silent for a couple of minutes, but Jimin can sense that the two are already bickering mentally.

"You made him happy by saying 'yes' when he asked you to be his boyfriend, Chim; happier when you agreed to be his fiance. What more can he ask for?"

"A baby, mom. Someday, he will be looking forward to have a family with me, anticipating that I can carry his child... but the sad reality is that I can't. Mom, Dad, your son isn't special enough. I can't give Yoongi all the happiness in the world."

He spills every detail he has suppressed within himself for the past couple of days. His mother made his head lean on her shoulder as he fights back from choking because of his sobs. Jimin can feel his dad rubbing circles along his back, trying his best to soothe him.

"Jiminnie, not all happiness can be measured. So what if you can't bear a child? Will Yoongi leave you? No. Why? Because if he only wanted a child with you, then he should be long gone by now because you're still not pregnant."

"You don't understand. It's not that easy!"

"Now you listen to me, young man. When me and your dad settled down, we waited for years before finally having you. And when we found out I was pregnant, oh God, even the gods were smiling from up above because of the wonderful blessing. We waited for too long, Jimin... your dad too. He waited with me patiently, and he took care of me in the process. He never left my side. And I know that's what Yoongi's going to do once you tell him everything. He's a great person, honey. You need not to worry about him leaving you because me and your dad knows that he will never."

Jimin sobs even more after hearing what his mother told him. He rests his face against her neck, inhaling the calming scent she emits.

The scent Yoongi used to have whenever he hugs and seeks refuge in his embrace.