Siwoo looked up at the big scary man, not sure what to feel. He reached out to tentatively hold onto Yoongi's hand, silent and curious as he calmed his sobs a little, somewhat stunned out of them. He looked over to the right and his lower lip wobbled again as he remembered why he was out here. "Eomma." His eomma fell. A bad man hurt her and she wasn't getting up. They wanted to hurt him too, he was sure of it. Good thing they all ran away.
Off to fight the invaders, ditching the small child alone in the woods. Siwoo had been hiding out here but no one had come back. And he was cold, wet and hungry. He wanted to go home again. He whined for his eomma again and then started crying once more.
"Shh, it's all right. I'm Yoongi-hyung. I'm here for you." Yoongi pulled the boy up and into his arms, making sure to hold him securely, very glad that he had already put the sword away. Eomma, huh? What were the odds of her still being alive? Probably slim, but he was sure that they could try and find her later. For now this boy needed to be taken care of, he felt cold and was probably hungry.
Yoongi got up, holding the boy and walking back to his men, tucking him against him. "Hyung will get you some food, yes? Nom nom. Do you like food?"
"Nom, nom." Siwoo mumbled as he repeated the words. He clung tight to Yoongi, warm and comfortable, glad to have human contact again. He had been so alone. He was cold and damp, he'd had an accident and it wasn't like he was able to feed himself either. His discomfort came out in little whines as he squirmed and kicked his legs.
"Nom, nom." Food. "I like rice." Eomma always made rice. He was a big boy how, he could eat rice. If someone helped him.
Namjoon looked up from where he was writing, frowning as he looked at Yoongi approaching with something in his arms. Huh. "Yo, Yoongi-hyung."
"Then we'll get you some rice. We have rice. With yummy things."
Yoongi wondered whether randomly returning with a child was stranger than leaving with a snake and decided that, no, it probably really wasn't all that strange by comparison. These things happened, especially when battles were pulled into civilian areas and this country had been under siege ever since Cheon invaded. The poor boy in his arms had probably never known peace.
He sat down in front of Namjoon, bowing his head slightly. There was no one around, no need to be more formal. Especially since he had a child to carry. "I found him down by the river. He must have been there for a while. Do you have a name, kid? What's your name?"
"Baek Siwoo." The boy mumbled with a high pitch that did make his words hard to make out. He jammed his fingers into his mouth and dribbled a little. He was pretty young, Namjoon wasn't sure how young but he was so little. He was like baby sized! Though he could talk so probably a toddler. He reached out and stroked the boys hair lightly. Cute.
He was always weak to cute things. "Hello, little one. He's cute. Siwoo." He liked it. Though the kid was tiny and he really didn't want to hold him or touch him. He always broke things. He did not want to break a baby. "What are you doing all alone?"
Siwoo whined and pressed his face into Yoongi's shirt, dribbling down it contently. "Eommmmma."
"Siwoo is a cute name," Yoongi encouraged, before calling out to one of the men he saw walking a little bit away. "Hey! Bring a bowl of rice and banchan! Water too."
The man bowed and ran off and Yoongi looked down at the boy again, frowning before looking at Namjoon, at the same time as he rocked the baby to distract him a little. "Assuming that Cheon's men got to her."
So odds were that she was dead. "He'll need a family."
"We'll see if we can find some locals to take care of him. Eomma might be gone but lots of people are really, really nice. They'll give you lots of cuddles, Siwoo." Namjoon encouraged the small child, who was babbling something he didn't understand. It was either words or just noises, hard to be sure. Siwoo gripped onto Yoongi's shirt even tighter and nuzzle him.
"Eomma?" He didn't understand. Did eomma leave? He looked over Yoongi's shoulder, in the direction of the river. "Eomma in there?"
"I think your eomma is up there." Yoongi pointed up at the sky, not sure how to relay the concept of death to a child this age. Not well, he supposed. "You can't see her, but you can close your eyes and think of her and then it's like she is there."
Well, whatever. Maybe it would work. "But you will get an appa, maybe. A really nice man to be your appa. That's great, isn't it?"
Here was hoping. "Do you want an appa? Hyung will find you one."
"Appa?" Siwoo screwed up his face before reaching out to pet Yoongi's face and then slap it because his concept of strength control was not the best. "Appa." Yes, he had found him. His appa. "Appa!"
Namjoon laughed, he had to laugh, it was kind of funny. "Woah, Yoongi, you're already an appa. You've had quite the month." From knight to snake demi-god protector to war hero and now appa. Funny. Namjoon smirked and pulled a face at Yoongi.
Siwoo turned around, stared at Namjoon and then held out his other hand. "Appa!"
"Yes! That's a better choice, you got with Namjoon as your appa, he's married. I'm not ready for that yet." Yoongi was still wooing his prince. Figuring out how to bring him a star was so far not turning out too easy, but he was sure he would think of something. Bringing him a child instead seemed like a bad idea.
He tried to encourage Siwoo to latch onto Namjoon, laughing quietly. "Namjoon can be your appa and I'll be your hyung. Much better choice. Namjoon-appa is a king!"
Realistically a much better options. Yoongi might be a legendary hero in the making, but he did not have a castle. Or anything, really.
"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?"
"No, I'm hyung. He is appa. He's a king too. Do you know what a king is?" Mostly he was hoping to keep the kid occupied while the food wasn't here yet, although he was hoping the man wouldn't be much longer. They had a hungry child to feed. "Namjoon, just hold him. You can ask Jin in your letter, give you a reason to write every damn day."
Seemed like a good deal to him. He looked up, smiling when he saw the man return, carrying a steaming bowl of rice in one and a basket in the other hand. "Nom nom is coming, Siwoo."
"I dunno... I don't wanna. He kinda smells. And my clothes are freshly cleaned..." Namjoon just kind of assumed that a tiny kid wouldn't know he was trashing on him but apparently he did because Siwoo was soon in tears and Namjoon started to freak. How? He assumed he was too tiny to care. Moving forward swiftly, he tried to soothe the boy and pet his face. "I'm sorry! Don't cry, little one. Please? I'm sorry!"
He looked at Yoongi, panicked. "See?! I suck. I already made him cry." Just as food was arriving too. The man set down food and bowed to them both while Namjoon kept on rubbing the boys back. "There, there. Do you want some nom-nom? It's really good."
"...well, be nice to him." Oh, his king. Such an idiot, as always. Never been the one to have social graces, why wouldn't that clumsiness extend to handling children? But luckily for Namjoon, this child was easily appeased, especially since there was food to be had. Yoongi sat him up on his lap and gestured to Namjoon. "Feed him, come on."
He looked at the man who'd brought the food and water and nodded. "You can go. Thank you."
A deep bow, all the way to the ground, and then he walked off again. Yoongi was focusing on the child anyway. "Do you like the food, Siwoo?"
Namjoon fed him carefully and Siwoo was too appeased because it was tasty. He gurgled and opened his mouth, excepting more rice. "Siwoo, do you know how old you are?" Well. The baby seemed way more aware than he'd predicted. The tiny thing flailed his arms happily when he ate, chewing before he tried to speak.
"Many." No, he didn't know his age but eomma always said he was so many. He wasn't sure how many any more but she knew. "Eomma knows." He frowned and then looked at his hands, holding up two and making bunny fingers like eomma did. "I'm bunny."
"So that's two?" Namjoon suggested as he fed the boy another bite. "That's so tiny."
"Two. If that. Very tiny." Yoongi smiled and leaned back on his hands, letting Siwoo sit by himself on his lap. He was ready to catch him should he have to. "Your first child should be a son."
He was just saying. It was what was expected from him - and Jin for that matter. A male first child. They had a big kingdom now, between Jin's and now this one, as Ten had told him himself that he wanted Jin to rule it now. Namjoon would be the most powerful ruler among all his brothers now, by far. He wondered whether that had registered with his king yet.
"Aren't I supposed to find another way to get a son? That whole magical ritual mix thing or -- adopt from one of our kingdoms? He's from Ten's kingdom." That might not be as accepted. Well. By his people. Jin's people seemed way more chill about it. He fed the boy another mouthful and watched him chew, content and happy, humming away to himself. "He's cute but he lives here."
Siwoo swallowed and reached out to pet Namjoon's face cause he looked troubled. "Appa. There, there." All better now.
"This is no longer Ten's kingdom. Ten isn't... He's not really of this world. You've seen that." As strange as it still was to think about it. Ten was a god now, or a demigod. Whatever it was, he wasn't of this world. "You can still do the ritual too. You can have two sons, why not? As long as you agree on who is heir to what. You have a great kingdom now, Namjoon. You and Jin will be ruling this land and Jin's."
He would be more concerned if he didn't trust both of them to be good rulers. Even if they weren't the greatest warriors. Luckily in these countries, that wasn't seen as a requirement.
"I guess this is our land now. I'm the king." It was weird to think of but he kind of was. "Which means I gotta take care of him, even if I don't keep him. I owe every citizen some extra help, huh?" He booped Siwoo's nose gently and the boy giggled, clapping his hands together messily and nearly tumbling from Yoongi's lap.
"So I need like... baby clothes, right? Diapers and stuff. And-- what else do babies have?"
"I'll send some men out to get the stuff we need. You are the king, that means you can let others handle the dirty work sometimes, huh?" Yoongi put his hands on Siwoo's hips, just in case. He did't want to risk him falling. "This land is in disarray and it will take time to sort it out. Whether you end up keeping him or not, it'd be safest to take him with us. And it might be a gift that Jin appreciates."
Which reminded him. "You are not planning on gifting him anything bloody, right? I still need to have a talk with Jungkook about that."
"No but good luck convincing your brother. He has a bag of heads ready to show off." Jungkook was very much of their culture and his romantic gestures were different from other people's romantic gestures. He smiled in amusement as Siwoo responded to him circling the spoon by following his every move with his head. Kinda funny.
"We'll see what Jin thinks of Siwoo before we decide anything." That was his final word on this. Though he doubted his bae was going to reject a tiny child.
"I fear as much. I planned on talking to him before the battle, but..." Well, stuff happened. "I wonder if there's a way to turn it into a gesture Taehyung would appreciate somehow... At least he knows more about our customs than Jin."
And it wasn't as if Jungkook could write him a poem instead the way Namjoon was probably doing. "They prefer small gestures. Simple and beautiful. And they really like things to not bleed."
Seemed fairly simple, yet it could obviously go very wrong.
"What if he just gave Tae the sword he cut the heads off with and we convince him to discuss minimal beheading?" Seemed smart. He looked at the bowl, all the rice was gone and Siwoo was already fidgeting, climbing up Yoongi and trying to squirm over his shoulder to look behind him to where eomma had been last.
Namjoon called out to one of his men to go and find clothes because honestly, Siwoo really shouldn't be in those dirty clothes much longer. "We'll have to give him a bath."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You have to give him a bath. I have to, you know..." Well, sleep, mostly. He was tired, he had had a very busy few days and nights. "...pray. Devoted to my god and all that."
To be fair, he had fought Cheon in his dreams originally, so. "I've killed the same man twice, I have a lot of praying to catch up on."
Yoongi tried to hand the squirming child over to Namjoon. "We need to discuss who'll be honoured for this war. Obviously Jungkook has earned it, but there are a few names."
"What? No! What if I accidentally drown him? Or I mess up?" Namjoon panicked but Siwoo didn't notice, he was being moved around and he whined, annoyed by it and easily moving away from the person causing his discomfort. He clambered into Namjoon's lap and the king huffed, awkwardly holding him and stroking his back up and down.
"We should be a team, you ass." Namjoon winced as Siwoo stood on his thighs, stomping a little on his poor legs, Damn kids. "Hey, Siwoo, you want a bath with me or hyung?"
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Off to fight the invaders, ditching the small child alone in the woods. Siwoo had been hiding out here but no one had come back. And he was cold, wet and hungry. He wanted to go home again. He whined for his eomma again and then started crying once more.
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Yoongi got up, holding the boy and walking back to his men, tucking him against him. "Hyung will get you some food, yes? Nom nom. Do you like food?"
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"Nom, nom." Food. "I like rice." Eomma always made rice. He was a big boy how, he could eat rice. If someone helped him.
Namjoon looked up from where he was writing, frowning as he looked at Yoongi approaching with something in his arms. Huh. "Yo, Yoongi-hyung."
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Yoongi wondered whether randomly returning with a child was stranger than leaving with a snake and decided that, no, it probably really wasn't all that strange by comparison. These things happened, especially when battles were pulled into civilian areas and this country had been under siege ever since Cheon invaded. The poor boy in his arms had probably never known peace.
He sat down in front of Namjoon, bowing his head slightly. There was no one around, no need to be more formal. Especially since he had a child to carry. "I found him down by the river. He must have been there for a while. Do you have a name, kid? What's your name?"
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He was always weak to cute things. "Hello, little one. He's cute. Siwoo." He liked it. Though the kid was tiny and he really didn't want to hold him or touch him. He always broke things. He did not want to break a baby. "What are you doing all alone?"
Siwoo whined and pressed his face into Yoongi's shirt, dribbling down it contently. "Eommmmma."
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The man bowed and ran off and Yoongi looked down at the boy again, frowning before looking at Namjoon, at the same time as he rocked the baby to distract him a little. "Assuming that Cheon's men got to her."
So odds were that she was dead. "He'll need a family."
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"Eomma?" He didn't understand. Did eomma leave? He looked over Yoongi's shoulder, in the direction of the river. "Eomma in there?"
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Well, whatever. Maybe it would work. "But you will get an appa, maybe. A really nice man to be your appa. That's great, isn't it?"
Here was hoping. "Do you want an appa? Hyung will find you one."
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Namjoon laughed, he had to laugh, it was kind of funny. "Woah, Yoongi, you're already an appa. You've had quite the month." From knight to snake demi-god protector to war hero and now appa. Funny. Namjoon smirked and pulled a face at Yoongi.
Siwoo turned around, stared at Namjoon and then held out his other hand. "Appa!"
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He tried to encourage Siwoo to latch onto Namjoon, laughing quietly. "Namjoon can be your appa and I'll be your hyung. Much better choice. Namjoon-appa is a king!"
Realistically a much better options. Yoongi might be a legendary hero in the making, but he did not have a castle. Or anything, really.
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"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?"
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Seemed like a good deal to him. He looked up, smiling when he saw the man return, carrying a steaming bowl of rice in one and a basket in the other hand. "Nom nom is coming, Siwoo."
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He looked at Yoongi, panicked. "See?! I suck. I already made him cry." Just as food was arriving too. The man set down food and bowed to them both while Namjoon kept on rubbing the boys back. "There, there. Do you want some nom-nom? It's really good."
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He looked at the man who'd brought the food and water and nodded. "You can go. Thank you."
A deep bow, all the way to the ground, and then he walked off again. Yoongi was focusing on the child anyway. "Do you like the food, Siwoo?"
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"Many." No, he didn't know his age but eomma always said he was so many. He wasn't sure how many any more but she knew. "Eomma knows." He frowned and then looked at his hands, holding up two and making bunny fingers like eomma did. "I'm bunny."
"So that's two?" Namjoon suggested as he fed the boy another bite. "That's so tiny."
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He was just saying. It was what was expected from him - and Jin for that matter. A male first child. They had a big kingdom now, between Jin's and now this one, as Ten had told him himself that he wanted Jin to rule it now. Namjoon would be the most powerful ruler among all his brothers now, by far. He wondered whether that had registered with his king yet.
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Siwoo swallowed and reached out to pet Namjoon's face cause he looked troubled. "Appa. There, there." All better now.
"Awww, shit, he's cute." Damn it.
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He would be more concerned if he didn't trust both of them to be good rulers. Even if they weren't the greatest warriors. Luckily in these countries, that wasn't seen as a requirement.
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"So I need like... baby clothes, right? Diapers and stuff. And-- what else do babies have?"
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Which reminded him. "You are not planning on gifting him anything bloody, right? I still need to have a talk with Jungkook about that."
Poor Taehyung.
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"We'll see what Jin thinks of Siwoo before we decide anything." That was his final word on this. Though he doubted his bae was going to reject a tiny child.
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And it wasn't as if Jungkook could write him a poem instead the way Namjoon was probably doing. "They prefer small gestures. Simple and beautiful. And they really like things to not bleed."
Seemed fairly simple, yet it could obviously go very wrong.
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Namjoon called out to one of his men to go and find clothes because honestly, Siwoo really shouldn't be in those dirty clothes much longer. "We'll have to give him a bath."
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To be fair, he had fought Cheon in his dreams originally, so. "I've killed the same man twice, I have a lot of praying to catch up on."
Yoongi tried to hand the squirming child over to Namjoon. "We need to discuss who'll be honoured for this war. Obviously Jungkook has earned it, but there are a few names."
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"We should be a team, you ass." Namjoon winced as Siwoo stood on his thighs, stomping a little on his poor legs, Damn kids. "Hey, Siwoo, you want a bath with me or hyung?"
"Appa, appa, appa."
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