"Appa, appa, appa." He'd found a word he liked. "Appa, nom nom?" When was he getting food. He was hungry. And wet. And cold. And he wanted eomma but there was no eomma, only an appa. Two appas. He didn't let go of Yoongi but he did reach out to pet the furs that Namjoon was wearing. "Appa."

"Woah, no, Yoongi! I can't just have a kid. I'm busy and we -- I-- I can't decide that. Jin would have to. And I'm too young!" He was not ready for little kids. They were all gross and smelly. And he would inevitably break them.

Siwoo looked up at Yoongi, wide eyed and curious. "Appa?"