Seventeen imagines

Apples and apologies

Harry Potter vibes added-

Just a couple of apples. That's all you're allowed to get. We will not have a repeat of the cupcakes.

That was your order—your rules. The last time Jihoon and Soonyoung went to the store, your husband came home with armfuls of the baked goods, none of which were healthy in the slightest. You made them swear they would only buy the apples, nothing more.

But as the two boys—well, one only technically a man—were left to their own devices, the aisles turned much more daunting. Jihoon tucked the money you gave him into his pocket, almost laughing that you believed he wouldn't pay for the food. Especially once you found out they had no plans to limit themselves to just apples.

"Ready?" he asked his son, holding his hand securely as they navigated through shelves and shelves of food.

Soonyoung nodded, looking quite serious. Determined. "Yes."

Jihoon smiled, tightening his grip. "Apples first. Then we'll find something good."

While he didn't have much of a sweet tooth, Soonyoung did, and if there were something that he wanted, Jihoon would forever be too weak to deny it to his son. And sometimes, that meant cavity-inducing junk food.

They made a beeline for the produce, filling up the basket with apples—and your other favorite fruits, just to soften the blow. He let Soonyoung lead the duo around, picking up random items that looked cool enough to buy, piling them in.

Jihoon's nose wrinkled as his son pointed to a can of sardines, but placed them in the basket nonetheless.

They got strange looks, those did not get past Jihoon's eye, but he managed to ignore them. The Wizarding World still did not take kindly to the Malfoys, and maybe that was just one more reason he was buying Soonyoung whatever he wanted. An apology.

He shook it off, schooling his face and reminding himself that his son—even at four years old—has always been able to see through the aloofness. They kept strolling, weaving around carts and shoppers, finding elaborate and 'authentic' foods. He knew they were all bullshit, but that didn't stop him from grabbing the 'fresh' orecchiette, knowing he would take his son to Italy for the real thing soon enough.

"S'cold," Soonyoung mumbled as they entered the rows of freezers, a chill filling both of them to the bone. He leaned farther into Jihoon, who could only do his best to wrap his long arms around the short boy.

"Ah, but this is where the good stuff is."

"Hmm?"

Jihoon smiled, the confusion on Soonyoung' face near-amusing. Curiosity made his eyes go wide—wider as he recognized his father's intention.

"Choose three," Jihoon instructed, opening the door for his son to see the pints of ice cream in all their glory. There felt like a million different options; chocolate and vanilla and cookie dough and pistachio. Soonyoung looked suspiciously at the last one.

"Three?" He was already delving forward, shivering a bit as the frost got to him.

Jihoon grabbed your favorite flavor immediately, placing it into the basket before continuing to urge his son. "Two. One for you and one for me. Whatever you like."

Soonyoung stood there for a moment, waiting for another nod of approval, and Jihoon's heart twisted. He knew that look.

"Don't feel bad, Soonie. Mum's gonna like it—and we'll ruin our dinners for the next week." He smiled when he received his son's.

That seemed to do it, and Soonyoung picked up two pints; one of brownie batter, and one of black cherry. He placed them into the basket, then resumed his hold on his father, warming his hand up that way.