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What’s Your Emergency?

CHAPTER 1 | AO3

“You’re kinda. . .younger than I expected.” Yoongi says after a moment of awkward silence.

Jimin Park blinks at him. He tilts his head to the side, an amused smile curling his lips.

“Did you think all nanny’s were just born middle-aged, matronly women?” He asks.

OR: Yoongi has recently moved to a new city following the death of his wife, Jieun. In searching for childcare for his son he finds Jimin.

“You’re kinda. . .younger than I expected.” Yoongi says after a moment of awkward silence.

Jimin Park blinks at him. He tilts his head to the side, an amused smile curling his lips.

“Did you think all nanny’s were just born middle-aged, matronly women?” He asks.

Yoongi blinks.

“I guess I hadn’t thought about it too hard before. When I called the nanny service and they said they’d be sending another candidate over, I guess I just assumed you’d be the same.”

Jimin nods.

“Most people do.” He sounds casual, but his hands are gripping his knees tight, expression softened into a frown without him realizing.

Yoongi frowns back.

“You don’t usually get the job.” He says.

Jimin purses his lips. He shakes his head.

“How many interviews have you been to?”

“Seventeen.” Jimin admits.

Yoongi nods. He sits back against the couch, settling in.

“Tell me about your credentials.” He says.

Jimin straightens to attention where he sits.

“You want to hear about my credentials?” Jimin asks, eyes wide with surprise.

“Of course I do.” Yoongi hm’s. “If you’re going to be watching my child I want to be sure you’re qualified.”

“I’m very qualified!” Jimin insists, scooting forward a little in his seat. “I’m CPR and First Aid certified, NICP certified, PNCP certified, and I helped my mother run a daycare for years! I know what I’m doing. I just need a chance.”

Yoongi takes this information in with an impassive expression, one arm along the back of the sofa where he sits.

“Why childcare?” He asks.

Jimin blinks.

“I– I’ve always done it.” Jimin says, like the question is strange to him. “My mom has run a daycare my whole life. I grew up there and then when I was old enough I worked there and I’ve never gotten tired of it. I’ve never– I love children.” Jimin shrugs, helpless. “I love watching them learn and grow and getting to be a part of that process. I love– love to see them explore and discover new things about the world and themselves and–and– I think. I think it’s a kind of magic to watch a baby grow into a toddler. To see them become a person all of their own.”

Yoongi nods.

He thinks.

He stands, slapping his calloused palms against his thighs as he pushes himself up out of his seat.

“Haneul should be awake soon; do you want to meet him?”

Jimin’s eyes are wide, glassy.

“Really?”

Yoongi nods, “Can’t hire someone he doesn’t like, no matter how qualified you are.”

“I— okay!” Jimin stands quickly, an anxious figure as he follows Yoongi down the hall.

Haneul is asleep when Yoongi pushes open the door to the nursery. He snores softly in his crib, head turned to the side. Yoongi walks over and reaches in, rubbing the baby’s belly gently to wake him.

Haneul huffs, blinking his eyes open.

Yoongi smiles, lifting his son from the crib. Haneul rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, immediately closing his eyes again.

Yoongi huffs, amused, eyes crinkling in a smile.

“Haneul.�� He nudges, jostling the boy lightly in his arms.

Haneul opens his eyes reluctantly, squinting in the dim nursery, a tiny fist curled in the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

Jimin smiles, the grin unfurling across his face without conscious thought.

“He’s sweet.” Jimin says.

Yoongi snorts, bringing a hand up to cradle the back of Haneul’s head, pressing a kiss to his son's crown.

“He’s sweet now.” Yoongi says, shaking head, but his smile is fond. “He’s almost walking now. It’s—“ a shadow crosses Yoongi’s face. “It’s amazing to see.”

Jimin keeps himself from frowning. He doesn’t comment on the break in Yoongi’s words.

“This is a fun age.” He says instead.

“Yeah.” Yoongi agrees, a little wistful. He looks up at Jimin, adjusting his grip on Haneul. “Are you ready?”

“Ready—?”

Yoongi’s holding the baby out to him. Jimin’s eyes go as wide as Haneul’s, who’s kicking his legs in the air. Jimin takes him as soon as it registers, cradling Haneul to his chest. He settles against Jimin easily enough, wide eyes on Jimin’s face. Slowly, he reaches out, tiny hand on Jimin’s cheek.

“Ba!” He declares.

Jimin blinks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hello to you too.” He says.

Haneul proceeds to babble at Jimin for the next few minutes while Jimin nods and makes noises of agreement, a soft smile on his face.

Abruptly, Haneul turns to Yoongi, holding out his arms.

“Dada!”

“Finally remembered I’m here, huh?” Yoongi jokes as he takes Haneul from Jimin’s arms.

Yoongi nods toward the door of the nursery and Jimin follows him out and down the hall to the kitchen. He sets Haneul into his high chair then turns to Jimin.

“He seems to like you.” Yoongi starts and Jimin’s heart starts pounding, clenching his fists in anticipation, fingernails biting into his palms. “And you’re highly qualified, passionate.” Yoongi eyes him critically and Jimin swallows hard. “Can you start Wednesday?”

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, tears pricking at the backs of his eyes. He nods his head sharply.

“Yes! Yes, I can be here.”

“Excellent. Why don’t I feed him and we can talk a bit more before you decide to take the job — I keep weird hours.”

Jimin tilts his head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a first responder.” Yoongi explains. “I work twenty-four hour shifts and spend some time on call.”

Jimin blinks. “That’s a long time.”

There’s a wry twist to Yoongi’s lips, “I’ve had five Nannie’s refuse once they heard the hours I keep.”

“That must be difficult.” Jimin says quietly.

Yoongi sighs.

“We just moved here.” He says. “After— my grandmother is in the area; she’s been a big help, but she’s getting too old to watch after a young child, especially for such extended periods and I can’t afford to delay my start date at the new station.”

“Wednesday.” Jimin says.

Yoongi nods.

“That’s three days from now.” Jimin looks down at his feet. “Would you be considering hiring me if you weren’t in such a tight space?”

Yoongi huffs.

“That’s not really a fair question — I’m limited on time, but I also care about who I leave my son with. I wouldn’t let just anyone take care of him.”

Jimin’s ears are burning.

“Sorry, that was a silly question to ask — I should be thankful you’re giving me a chance.”

“It’s okay. You’re fi—“

Haneul starts fussing from his high chair and Yoongi curses under his breath, turning sharply on his heel.

“Sorry, bud. Daddy didn’t forget about you.”

Jimin watches Yoongi put Haneul’s lunch together, a small plate of leftover rice and scrambled egg and some honeydew.

He’s going to get more of it on himself then in himself, but Jimin is sure Yoongi knows that.

Yoongi turns back to him, wiping his hands off on a towel he discards to the counter.

“What do you do?” Jimin asks, curious. “I know you said first responder, but that could mean a few different things.”

“Firefighter/EMT.” Yoongi says, standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

The stance emphasizes the muscles in his arms and Jimin thinks, yes, I can see that.

He blinks the thought away.

“That must be a difficult job.”

Yoongi shrugs, “All jobs are in their own way.”

Jimin arches a brow but doesn’t disagree.

“So, do you want the job?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin thinks about it. Twenty-four hours is a long time to be “on”, but he and Haneul will both sleep for part of that time.

“Where will I sleep?” Jimin asks, the thought breaking through.

Yoongi turns sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don’t have a guest room,” He admits, “but I don’t mind you using my bed.”

Jimin blinks. Considers the intimacy of that before deciding it’s fine.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Jimin nods.

“I’ll take the job.”

A whoosh of air leaves Yoongi’s body in one long push, deflating him in relief. He sighs and builds himself back up to smile at Jimin.

“Thank you.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Thank you.”

Jimin tosses and turns Tuesday night, unable to fall asleep. His nerves have him up at four in the morning, fully dressed with a bag packed, ready to spend twenty-four hours with his young charge. His leg shakes and his coffee grows cold, sitting untouched between his warm palms. The alarm on his phone goes off at five-thirty and he jumps in his seat, quick to silence it, looking behind himself to check that his roommate hasn’t been disturbed.

The fan continues to whir in Taehyung’s bedroom.

Jimin sighs in relief, knowing Taehyung keeps late hours. He stands from the table and pours his coffee down the drain, rinsing the mug before putting it in the strainer. He heads for the front door, pulling on his sneakers and grabbing his bag and keys before heading out.

It’s a thirty minute ride to the Min house.

Jimin drives in silence. His hands sweat on the steering wheel.

It’s his first real job since being contracted with the agency.

He pulls into the driveway at the Min residence and the lights are already on, a shadow moving past the blinds. Jimin gets out of his car and is careful to shut the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.

He knocks on the door quietly too.

Yoongi opens the door in his uniform, dark blue button up with a pocket on the front, his last name embroidered on a patch on the right side. He’s wearing a matching pair of Dickies.

“Jimin, hey, come in.” he ushers Jimin through the door, a little urgency in his tone. “He’s still asleep — do you think I should wake him for the transition or let him sleep?”

“Oh, I—“ Jimin’s in the middle of pulling off his sneakers, bag on the floor beside him. “You should probably wake him. We don't want him to wake up later with a stranger and no idea where you are.”

Yoongi nods decisively and heads down the hallway. A moment later Jimin hears crying. Yoongi and Haneul appear in the hallway, rocking to soothe the baby’s tears.

Jimin’s standing in the middle of the living room, waiting as they approach.

“It’s okay, buddy, look who’s here,” Yoongi coos. He turns Haneul towards Jimin and Haneul begins to quiet. “That’s right it's Mr. Jimin; he’s here to stay with you today.”

Haneul’s cries have stopped as he stares curiously at Jimin. He reaches his arms out, making grabby hands, and they transition the baby from one set of arms to the other without fuss. Haneul rests his head against Jimin’s collarbone and closes his eyes.

Yoongi smiles, a little wistful. He darts in to press a soft kiss to the side of Haneul’s head before grabbing his duffel bag from the sofa and heading for the door. He mouths a ‘thank you’ before leaning down to lace up his boots.

He’s out the door moments later and Haneul is asleep against Jimin’s chest.

“Let’s put you back to bed.” Jimin murmurs.

The next two hours give Jimin time to familiarize himself with the house, opening cabinets in the kitchen and checking drawers, giving himself the tour Yoongi probably should have before leaving Jimin with the baby for twenty-four hours.

Jimin doesn’t stew on the thought for long, knowing Yoongi must have been stressed about the situation and eager to start work on the right foot.

He understands.

So, he finds the baby food and the formula, the toys in the nursery and where the diapers are kept, getting to know the house and its occupants before the first cries pierce the calm of the morning.

Yoongi opens his text thread with Jimin and looks at the picture of Haneul in his crib again. He’s sleeping, lips parted slightly, and Yoongi can practically hear his son’s soft, snuffling snore.

“What’re you looking at Min?” One of his co-workers – Williamson – asks, sidling up beside Yoongi with an apple in his hand.

He’s the friendliest of Yoongi’s new co-workers by far.

Yoongi clears his throat.

“Uh, my son, Haneul.” He says, turning his phone to show off the photo.

“He’s cute.” Williamson says, taking a bite of his apple. “He at home with the wife?”

Jieun’s face flashes through Yoongi’s mind. He shakes his head.

“Nanny.” He says, “My, uh, wife passed away.”

“Shit, I’m sorry man.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi looks back at the picture of Haneul. “Me too.”

The bell goes before the conversation can continue and Yoongi rushes to the ambulance bay, climbing up into the passenger seat beside his new partner, Namjoon.

“How’s your first day treating you?” Namjoon asks conversationally as they make their way to the call.

“Good,” Yoongi says, nodding to himself. “It feels good to get back in the saddle.”

“Yeah? How long were you out?” Namjoon asks.

“Ten months?”

Namjoon fails to hide his surprise.

“That’s a long time. What were you up to?”

“Taking care of my son.” Yoongi says.

“You’ve got a kid?”

Yoongi nods, “Haneul. He’s ten months old.”

“Ah, gotcha. You took care of him while the wife worked?”

Yoongi holds back a sigh.

“She’s dead.” He says.

Namjoon’s head snaps around to look at Yoongi, eyes wide.

“Shit, sorry.”

“The road, Namjoon.” Yoongi reminds him.

Namjoon flushes, turning his attention back in front of him.

“Sorry.”

Yoongi shakes his head, a little amused.

“It’s okay.”

They’re quiet for a long moment.

“What was her name?” Namjoon asks, tone gentle.

“Jieun.” Yoongi clears his throat, shifting in his seat. “We met at the hospital.”

“Yeah? Dropping off a patient?”

“Dropping me off.” Yoongi laughs quietly. “Ice on the ladder and I took a nosedive. Got a grade three concussion.”

“Damn.”

Yoongi nods.

“She was my EEG tech.” He says with a little smile. “Apparently I was real discombobulated. I was out of work for almost two months.”

“Post-concussion syndrome?” Namjoon asks.

Yoongi shakes his head. “Thankfully not.”

“That’s good.” Namjoon nods. He turns the wheel and they park in front of a pale blue bungalow. He puts the rig in park. “Let’s get to it.”

“So your wife’s dead?”

Yoongi startles, fumbling the tangerine he’s been peeling.

It’s three in the morning.

He turns slowly around to find the station’s probie looking at him with wide, curious eyes.

“What.”

“I heard it from Williamson.” Jungkook says, still with that earnestly curious gaze.

Yoongi turns back to his tangerine.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” He asks.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Jungkook asks, taking the seat beside Yoongi at the dining table in the station kitchen.

Yoongi eyes him skeptically.

“She died ten months ago.” He says.

“That’s not very long.”

“No. It isn’t.”

They’re quiet. Yoongi eats a few sections of his tangerine.

“My mom died.” Jungkook offers. “It’s been a few years, but still. I mean– I kind of get it.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you miss her?”

Yoongi sighs.

“Is this how you make friends, Jungkook? Asking emotionally draining questions?”

Jungkook is quiet.

“Sorry.” He mumbles.

Yoongi feels bad.

“Of course I miss her.” He says, “I miss her every day.”

Jungkook nods.

“I miss my mom too.”

Yoongi knocks their shoulders together.

“Do you want one of these tangerines?”

Hot water sluices down Yoongi’s body, taking the past twenty-four hours with it. He rushes through his shower, eager to get home to Haneul. He dries off perfunctorily and puts his civvies on, waving goodbye to his new coworkers as he makes his way out to the parking lot.

Pulling into his own driveway is a relief.

Yoongi sits in the front seat of his car for a long moment, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slow before grabbing his duffle bag from the backseat and opening the door to climb out. He lets himself into the house and is hit by a wall of sound. It resolves itself into music after a second, some old-fashioned crooner coming from the kitchen. He follows the sound and finds his nanny in the kitchen, dancing in front of Haneul in his highchair.

Jimin has a spatula held up to his lips like a microphone, singing along to the music. Haneul giggles, clapping his hands together, and Jimin beams, reaching out to wipe a bit of scrambled egg from Haneul’s cheek.

He spins in place.

He screams as his turn faces him toward Yoongi.

Yoongi jumps at the sound, eyes wide.

Haneul begins to cry.

Jimin rushes to turn the music down, turning the stove off before moving back to Haneul, lifting him out of his highchair to shush him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He soothes, hand rubbing Haneul’s back, “Your daddy scared me.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi says.

Jimin waves him off.

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting to see you there.”

“In my own house?” Yoongi teases.

Jimin purses his lips. “I lost track of time.”

“I’m just kidding.” Yoongi assures him.

Jimin nods, still swaying with Haneul in his arms.

“He seems to like you.” Yoongi says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Jimin looks down at Haneul and smiles.

“I think we’re getting along pretty well.”

“He behaved then?”

“As well as a baby can.” Jimin says.

Yoongi huffs, amused. He reaches his hands out.

“Give him here.”

Jimin passes a happy Haneul over.

As soon as he’s in Yoongi’s arms he begins to cry. Yoongi looks up, bewildered and Jimin laughs.

“He just missed you!” He says over the desperate wailing.

Yoongi sways where he stands, cradling Haneul to his chest. The baby’s cries eventually taper off, but his tiny hands cling to the front of Yoongi’s shirt.

“I mean it.” Jimin says, catching Yoongi’s attention. “Kids are like that: fine all day and then mom or dad shows up and it suddenly hits them that they’ve been apart so they cry.”

Yoongi nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of Haneul’s head.

“Thank you.”

Jimin nods.

“Yeah, I—“ He looks around, grabbing his phone off the kitchen counter. He turns to Yoongi. “There’s eggs — I wasn’t sure what you liked—“

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“—but I was cooking for myself anyway.”

“Thank you.” Yoongi says after a pause. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Jimin rocks back on his heels. “I should probably go.”

“Yeah, of course.” Yoongi gestures toward the front door. “You’re free.”

Jimin laughs, ducking his head.

“Yeah, okay.” He rubs Haneul on the back. “Bye Sweet One, I’ll see you in two days.” Jimin takes his hand back, offering Yoongi a smile. “I’ll see you Saturday, Mr. Min.”

“Yoongi’s fine.” Yoongi says. He clears his throat. “See you then.”

Jimin nods, smiling. He goes and grabs his bag from the couch and heads out the door.

“How was it?” Taehyung asks, sitting at the kitchen table when Jimin gets home.

Jimin jumps, startled. He drops his bag by the front door.

“You scared the shit out of me.” He grumbles, hand to his chest as he kicks off his shoes.

“Sorry.” Taehyung says, not sorry at all. “How was it?”

“Fine.” Jimin says. He pauses to think. “Good, actually. It was– really good. Haneul is the sweetest baby and Mr. Min was nice.”

“That’s good.” Taehyung nods decisively. “I’m glad.”

“Me too.” Jimin sighs, heading for the kitchen to join Taehyung at the table. He takes a seat. “I can’t believe I finally got a steady job.”

“I always believed in you.” Taehyung says.

Jimin arches a brow.

“So you’re not the one who downloaded the indeed app on my phone?”

Taehyung purses his lips. “No comment.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, amused.

“You’re terrible.”

“I just thought you might want to try a different career path.”

Jimin rolls his eyes harder.

“Childcare is literally all I’m qualified to do.”

“You could teach!”

Jimin wrinkles his nose.

“No thank you.”

Taehyung huffs.

“Well it doesn’t matter now – you’ve got Mr. Min paying you good money.”

“Twenty dollars an hour.” Jimin agrees.

“Still not as much as me–” Jimin rolls his eyes again. “--but I know it’s better than most nannies.”

“Not everyone can be a programmer.” Jimin says.

“Of course not. You have to be uber smart, fun, and beautiful.” Taehyung says, hands held out to his sides in a ‘what can you do?’ gesture. “Which is why I thought you should have done it with me.”

Jimin laughs, knocking his foot into Taehyung’s under the table.

“You’re annoying.”

Taehyung puffs up, proud.

“The most annoying.”

Jimin can’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“Whatever. Have you eaten?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“Yeah? Me neither. You good with eggs?”

“I thought you’d eat before coming home.” Taehyung frowns.

“I was going to, but Mr. Min came home earlier than I thought.”

“Oh, was he mad you were cooking?”

“Oh, no! I just– I thought I best get home since he was there to take over.” Jimin explains as he stands from the table and heads for the fridge. “I didn’t want to overstep.”

Taehyung shrugs, watching Jimin pull out a few eggs.

“You should just ask him if it’s okay next time.”

“This is my first real job, Tae.” Jimin sets the eggs aside on the counter and reaches in one of the bottom cabinets for a pan. “I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “You’re not gonna fuck it up. You’re great with kids.”

“Let’s hope Mr. Min thinks so.”

Ch 2.

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