"Okay, appa." Namjoon teased. It had always been the way. Hobi was his fake mom and Jin played the role of dad. He never fondly called his father anything but the formal title, it was nice to have someone to joke around with like that, even if he was only a few years older. He used the crutch to steady himself and smiled at Jin, soft and tired.

"Thank you for everything, hyung. You're too good to me." Every time. He didn't know how he got by without him. "I'll tell Yoongi you adore him."