Yoongi waved at the others below just as a girl from his school cleared her throat.

"You can't just take up an entire row," the girl said. "Other people need to find seats too."

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to need it," Yoongi said, turning to stare at the girl.

"I'm pretty sure you won't," she replied, pursing her lips.

Just then, Jimin finished mounting the stairs and slid into the bleachers on Yoongi's left. "H-Hey," he said, grinning at Yoongi before cupping his hands in front of his mouth to try to breathe some heat into them, as the night air was bitingly cold.

"Yo, man, what's up," Hobi said in English as he dropped onto the bleacher next to Jimin.

The girl was still standing there, looking annoyed. "Three people still aren't enough to take up the entire-"

"Hey bro," Tae said, fist-bumping Yoongi, then Jimin, then Hobi before sitting to Hobi's left.

"Hyung! Notice me!" Jungkook said, stopping in front of Yoongi and waving his hands. Yoongi just rolled his eyes and gave Jungkook a gentle push, sending him off to sit next to Tae.

"Sorry we're late," Namjoon said, huffing slightly from having to climb all the steps to the top of the bleachers. "We had to talk about something." With Lisa's hand in his, he led her to sit on the end by Jungkook. Lisa grinned and ruffled his hair as they sat.

"...Okay, well, there's still one open seat," the high school girl said, moving to sit to Yoongi's right, but Yoongi glared at her and scooched over so he took up both seats.

"No there isn't, it's for my mom. Go find somewhere else to sit," he snapped, and she scowled at him before leaving just as their mom got to the top of the bleachers.

"Oh," she said, staring at the full row of bleachers. "All right, I'm going to sit over-"

Yoongi moved back to his left. "This seat is for you," he said without looking up at her, and she hesitated before sitting down.

A large scoreboard to the right side of the stadium informed them that the game would be starting in 18 minutes, and they all looked down at the field to try and pick Jin out from the players warming up.

"Right there," Hobi said, pointing at one of several dozen players in dark uniforms. "Number 21. That's definitely Jin."

"Uh uh," Tae said. "That one, 36."

"No, his shoulders aren't broad enough," Jungkook said. "I think number 8?"

"12," Yoongi said. "That one is Jin for sure."

"B-But isn't Jin the one on the sideline who looks like he's g-going to throw up?" Jimin asked, pointing at one player who had strayed from the rest and was standing next to a trash can.

"Oh, yeah, that's probably Jin," Hobi agreed, and they all nodded in agreement.

***

The game was- well, if you asked Jungkook or Tae or Jimin or Hobi or Yoongi to narrate it, they wouldn't have much to say.

A team started with the ball (they weren't sure which team), and after going one way for a while, they changed directions, and then they changed directions again. There was probably a football on the field, but they lost sight of it pretty frequently, and they weren't really sure why everybody was charging everyone else when they didn't even have the ball.

At some point in the game, their team got on the board. They still weren't sure if Jin had taken part in the touchdown because they still weren't entirely sure which player was Jin, but by the end of the game, the home team was up 21-14 for a victory.

"How did Jin do?" Tae asked Namjoon, who gave Tae a look.

"Jin helped score a touchdown by passing to the wide receiver, Tae."

"You shouldn't call someone wide, even if it's nicer than calling them fat," Tae said with a disapproving look. "It's not nice."

"No, no...the title Wide Receiver has nothing to do with physical size, Tae..."

"Well, is there a thin receiver?"

"No..."

"I don't get this game," Tae said, throwing his hands up in the air.

Namjoon just sighed.

"When do we get to see Jin?" Jungkook asked eagerly.

Namjoon watched as the players started trickling off the field. "They're probably hitting the locker rooms to change and maybe shower, so we have about twenty minutes to wait around."

Tae and Jungkook looked at each other, telepathically communicating. "Concession stand!" Then they both turned to stare at Namjoon.

"What?" Namjoon asked, looking nervous.

"Money, please?" Jungkook asked sweetly, and Tae rested his head on Jungkook's shoulder to stare at Namjoon.

"Yeah, can you give us some money?" Tae asked, staring at Namjoon, who felt cornered by his two youngest children.

Until an angel saved him.

"Here," Lisa said, reaching into her purse and grabbing a bill. "But if you don't come back with Skittles for me and a Peanut M&M for your dad, I'm confiscating all of your video games."

Tae gasped, clutching his chest dramatically before glaring at Lisa. "Dad, are you sure Yoongi wasn't adopted from Lisa?"

"C'mon!" Jungkook said, already taking the money and grabbing Tae's arm before starting to run down the stairs, only Jungkook came to a sudden stop and raced back up. "Did you guys want anything?" he asked breathlessly, alternating between looking at Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi.

"Eternal youth," Yoongi said gravely.

"Fame and fortune," Hobi added gravely.

"Cat food," Jimin added as gravely as he could muster.

Jungkook paused for a moment. "Okay, so I'll buy you guys a pack of Twizzlers to split."

"Oh, Twizzlers!" Hobi said, breaking character quickly, and Yoongi gave him a slight smack on the back of the head before smirking.

Jungkook grinned and started back down the bleachers, but a tiny thought nagged at his mind.

The other three had little jokes and gimmicks just for themselves, jokes that Jin and Tae and even Jungkook himself weren't a part of. What did that mean for them, for their future as siblings, for their future as a family?

Jungkook frowned, but by that point, he had caught up to Tae, who was staring at him curiously.

"Well?" Tae asked, and Jungkook sighed, about to explain all of his conflicting thoughts, but then he realized what Tae was really asking.

"Twizzlers," Jungkook said, sweeping his previous thoughts out of his mind. "They wanted Twizzlers."

Tae frowned, looking curious. "I thought Yoongi said he hates Twizzlers?"

Jungkook hesitated before grinning, revealing his bunny teeth. "So we're going to buy Twizzlers."

Tae grinned back, and the two headed down the steps and to the concession stand.

***

Yoongi stood up, stretching. "I'm going for a walk. These metal bleachers hurt my a- butt," he finished, looking first towards their mom and then toward Namjoon, who were both giving him a look.

"I want t-to come with," Jimin said, hopping up after Yoongi.

"Me three!" Hobi said, grinning and following the other two.

Which left their mom with Namjoon and Lisa.

***

"Well, it was a good game at least," Yoongi said, shrugging. "Too bad though."

"Too bad what?" Jimin asked, looking at his hyung and trying not to trip because he wasn't looking at his feet.

"That they lost the game," Yoongi said.

Hobi stopped before bursting out laughing, and Jimin couldn't hold back his smile either. "Hyung, they didn't lose, they won."

Yoongi furrowed his brows. "But the score said 14-21-"

"Yeah, they had 14, we had 21."

"But how do we know who had what points?" Yoongi asked, slightly embarrassed that he'd misinterpreted the outcome and trying to cover it up by blaming the scoreboard.

"Because they're labeled home and away, hyung."

"Well, I read it from left to right so I thought it meant the players on the left side of the field had that score..."

Hobi gave Yoongi a look. "Hyung, they changed sides of the field at one point."

"I know, I thought that's what made it more interesting," Yoongi said before rubbing his face with his hands and groaning. "I guess it makes more sense now."

The other two laughed as they leaned against the metal fence surrounding the stadium. Football players from both teams were still exiting, but the majority had already left.

The three of them were talking amongst themselves when they heard one of the football players start speaking. "Hey, that's the guy who punched me."

Yoongi turned to see the kid he had indeed punched just a few weeks ago. "Hey, it's the kid I punched. Have you learned your manners yet?"

"Hyung," Hobi said in a. Low voice, tugging on his arm. "Let's just go, okay?"

Yoongi ignored him to hear the response.

"Manners?" the kid said with a sharp laugh. "Is that what you were trying to teach me? Because to me, all it looked like was you were scared that someone would hurt poor Jimin's feelings," he said, using a falsely sweet voice for the last few words.

"Ignore him, h-hyung," Jimin said, a hand on Yoongi's other arm as he tried to lead him away, but Yoongi pushed Jimin and Hobi off of him.

"You're a little bitch, you know that?" Yoongi snapped. "My brothers have medical conditions. That isn't a free pass for you to say whatever you want about them, got it? Because I certainly don't have a medical condition, but I'll make sure you end up with one when you leave on a stretcher if you don't knock this shit off." Yoongi paused and gave him a fake smile. "Maybe then all your football buddies will take a knee for you."

Hobi was almost impressed that Yoongi had managed to remember what taking a knee meant when he hadn't known how to read the scoreboard, but he was less concerned with that right now and more concerned with avoiding the escalating conflict. "Hyung, let's go, okay?" he said again, more insistently, tugging on Yoongi's arm.

"I've got this, okay?" Yoongi said to Hobi without looking at him. Then he turned his head and met Hobi's eyes. "Assholes like this won't stop unless you show them what they have to lose if they keep it up, Hobi. Walking away isn't going to fix this."

Hobi hesitated, but he eventually nodded and let go of Yoongi since he understood how Yoongi thought.

"What's a shorty like you going to do about anything?" the boy asked, eyeing Yoongi.

Jimin glared at the boy. "Look, you don't like me, w-whatever, but Yoongi hasn't done anything t-to you."

"Um, yeah, he punched me," the player said, glaring at Yoongi.

"Because of me," Jimin said. "If you have a p-problem with me, fine, but stop p-pissing off Yoongi before he sends you to the hospital and gets s-suspended."

The player stared at Jimin in shock before he started chuckling, and then out f nowhere, he swung a fist at Jimin's head.

Jimin, having never actually been in a fight except casually with his brothers, was prepared to dodge, but Yoongi pulled Jimin back by his shirt collar before punching the football player in the face.

"Dumbass," Yoongi said as the player put a hand up to his lip to find that it had started bleeding. "Talking shit about my brother earned you a punch. Want to know what you win for trying to hit him?"

"A gold star," the boy sneered before putting his helmet on. Yoongi frowned; if he tried to punch the kid again, the only pain in the transaction would be to his knuckles.

"Just stop now before anyone gets hurt," Hobi said, his voice serious, none of his usual mirth in his eyes.

"But we're just getting started," the boy said, and two of his friends stepped forward.

By this point, all of the other players had already left, and there was nobody else around to either stop or witness the fight that was about to go down.

Jimin knee the smart thing to do would be to run and get Tae and Kookie or to tell Namjoon, but he didn't want to drag the others into this, and he wasn't going to abandon Yoongi or Hobi.

Hobi knew a fight was coming, so he just clenched his jaw and got ready to throw the first punch.

Yoongi was just waiting to see if the boy would back down, but he wouldn't mind pulverizing him either.

All Jimin could think of at that moment were Tae's words from the other day.

Kim family, take all.

He exhaled and prepared himself to win by whatever means necessary.

***

"Our arrangement with the kids..." she began. "It's not..."

"Working?" Namjoon finished for her.

She sighed. "I was going to say healthy."

Lisa leaned forward from her seat next to Namjoon so she could address their mom. "Look, I know it's not my place to say anything, but I just want to say one thing. I think it's great that you want to be involved in your kids' lives and that you want to help raise them and take care of them, but you already had that chance, and you left it behind. You might be entitled to a second chance, and believe me, I'm all for redemption and turning your life around, but there are other ways for you to be involved in your kids' lives than by suing for custody and breaking apart their family."

Lisa opened her mouth like she had more to say, but then she shook her head and stood up, giving Namjoon a tight smile. "I'm going to go find the boys, okay? You two should talk."

Lisa then nodded towards their mother and moved past her to the stairs, leaving them alone.

"I..." Namjoon hesitated. Societal etiquette was pressuring him to say I'm sorry, but the offense wasn't on his behalf, and he couldn't honestly look at his wife and say that he disagreed with Lisa.

"She's right," she said, looking down, and it seemed like she shrank two inches. "I did something unforgivable for selfish reasons. I hurt you all by leaving, and I hurt you all even more by returning, it seems."

Then why are you doing this? Namjoon wanted to ask, to scream, but he was at his son's football game and he had to restrain himself.

"They're great kids," she said, her voice breaking and her eyes wet even as she smiled wistfully down at her hands. "You raised them really well. I can see you in all of them." She looked up at Namjoon. "You're probably wondering why I'm doing this."

"Yeah," Namjoon breathed out. "I am."

She looked out at the football field. "I held each of them in my womb for nine months. You don't get closer to someone than that. It's a bond that you can cut or sever. Sadly, it was a bond that I didn't understand the full value of until it was too late."

"Don't-" Namjoon sucked in a breath through his teeth, agitated. "Don't say it like that, like it was an unfortunate incident that you had no control over. You knew exactly what you were doing when you left us, when you left me with six children."

Her sad smile fell altogether, but she didn't look away from Namjoon. "I made a mistake. And I don't mean that it was an accident. I mean that I made choices, choices that have led me here, to this point, choices that led me away from you, from them, from being a mom when that was what they needed most."

"As it turns out," Namjoon said through gritted teeth, "a dad worked just fine."

He'd thought that he was over this, that he had conquered his emotions, that it didn't hurt him anymore, but he didn't think that there would ever be a day when her betrayal didn't stab into him.

"I cheated on you," she said suddenly. "I was wrong. So wrong. And the most screwed-up thing about it is that I always thought that I was doing what I was doing because I didn't feel loved, but I wasn't getting love from him, either, not the kind I needed."

"But now you have your own family," Namjoon said, his words sweet and sharp. "A family that you stole from me. So now you should have all the love you could possibly need."

"He's got your intelligence," she said abruptly. "Yoongi. And Hobi, he has your happiness, your smile. And Jimin, he has your kindness, your care."

"Why are you telling me this?" Namjoon asked, scared for some reason. "What, you replaced me with them?"

"I don't know why I'm telling you this," she said, looking lost. "But there's nothing I could ever say that would make what I did okay, and I don't know how to explain it to you that I need them - our sons -" She hesitated when she saw Namjoon's sharp looks. "Your sons," she corrected softly. "My life never felt like it had purpose until I realized that my purpose was right in front of my eyes, inside all of them." Another pause. "And I know that me taking them away from the family they loved was a selfish thing, something I did for my own happiness, but I've realized in the past few years that the only happiness that really matters to me is theirs, so I want- I want to figure out a new system. Some way to make them happy. All of them."

Namjoon looked at her, skeptical. "Maybe...maybe we can figure something out."

***

The fight wasn't long, and it wasn't pretty. Cheap shots were taken, dishonorable blows exchanged.

The Kim family participants were the clear winners...

...well, not really. Maybe in an ideal world where the good guys always win, but the reality of the situation was that the three of them - two of them who were fairly useless in a fight - had taken on three varsity football players complete with shoulder pads and helmets.

It was like trying to fight robots.

The result would have likely been worse had one of the refs not come by, and the football players ran off before the ref could see them and tell their coach.

Which left Jimin, sitting down against the wire fencing fairly damaged with a range of bruises scattered across his face and upper body; Hobi, who had done pretty well for the only real fight he'd been in, as he was the only one still on his feet, and had come out with a bloody nose and a few bruises and scratches here and there, and Yoongi, who was lying on the ground but looked like he had taken less hits than the other two.

"As fun as that was, let's not do that again," Hobi said dryly, although he was a bit proud of himself.

"Sounds good," Jimin agreed. "Are you ok-kay?"

Hobi nodded. "Nothing I can't handle," he said, puffing out his chest a bit. "What about you, Jiminie?"

"Nothing b-broken," Jimin said before looking to Yoongi. "Yoongi?"

Silence.

"Yoongi?"

Jimin's eyes widened, and he pushed off the fence quickly, kneeling over Yoongi. "Y-Yoongi!" He stared at his brother for a second before checking for a pulse (only because he'd seen it in the crime television Yoongi liked to watch) and exhaling in relief when he felt a strong pulse.

Then he felt Yoongi chuckle, and he glared at his hyung as Yoongi opened his eyes and smiled slyly.

"Surprise, I'm not dead," Yoongi said with a slight chuckle, and Jimin smacked his chest.

"Not funny, h-hyung!"

"Au contraire," Yoongi said before grinning and sitting up, wincing slightly and patting the back of his head. Then he stared at the blood on his hand before making a face and wiping his hand on his jeans. "Must have hit my head."

Jimin was still frowning at Yoongi as he slowly made his way to his feet, using the fence to help himself up.

"You guys did well," Yoongi complimented, ignoring the black spots in his vision as he finally was back on two steady feet. "Somebody take a picture, our first fight together."

And that's how Lisa, Tae, and Jungkook found them, bruised and bloody, propped against the fence.

"Hey," Yoongi said.

"What happened to you guys?!" Lisa asked, taking in their appearances.