"Got it." Namjoon didn't know what else to do, he just took shotgun but Hobi and tried not to stare too much. There was a small boy in Min Yoongi's arms and all his intel said there should be no kid in this house so what the fuck was going on? He had so many questions.

"Eomma got me Star Wars." Eomma liked to get him things he reacted to positively. She didn't love that her son didn't look her in the eyes or easily give affection, that he melted down a lot and nothing was ever easy but she still wanted her boy to be happy. Star Wars made him happy. Appa didn't agree, he thought Star Wars made him weirder. "I can watch it once a month if I'm good. Not more than once. Only one."