Eternally Yours

2) Namjoon - The Beginning

The year was 1766, on the day of September 12th, an excited little boy dashed around the halls of his home. It was his birthday after all, who could blame him? His giggles and squeals could be heard as he raced to the kitchen on his chubby little legs and bare feet pattering against the wooden floor. His soft black hair was floppy and messy since he had just woken up. His puffy little cheeks jiggled softly with every little slap of his foot on the floor. He had the brightest mismatched looking eyes, his left a rich dark chocolate brown and his right a bright ice blue, said eyes sparkled with excitement and happiness as he raced through the halls.

Bursting into the kitchen, he cried, "Momma! Momma! It's my birthday!!" jumping up and down in his striped pajamas.

"That it is, my darling." A woman standing at about 5 foot 7, a bright smile accompanied by a set of dimples that matched her sons on her face, shoulder-length black hair falling to her shoulders that matched her dark brown eyes. The little boy giggled and wrapped his arms around her hips for a hug, resting his head on the flat of her stomach. "Aigo, my little Namjoon is not so little anymore!" Hera cried.

"Nope!" Namjoon giggled with a dimpled smile of his own. "I'm a big boy now!" Hera chuckled softly at her son, lifting him to sit on the counter in front of her.

"Let's get some breakfast started before your dad wakes up, what do you think?" Hera hummed, brushing Namjoon's hair from his face.

"Yeah! Can I help too?" The now five-year-old asked with a hopeful little gleam in his eye.

"Of course, little bear," smiling softly at her son, Hera started to get around the ingredients for the small family's breakfast, Namjoon helping her every second.

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Namjoon giggled as he was thrown up in the air by his grandfather as his other relatives minged around the backyard on the crisp autumn day, gentle breezes blowing past. The boy's parents had thrown him a small birthday party with all of his relatives in attendance, along with his best friend and his family mingling around as well. Once he was caught and set back onto his feet, Namjoon ran off to find his best friend.

"Jackson!" He cried once he saw the smaller five-year-old, Namjoon was kinda tall for his age.

"Namjoon!" The smaller cried in return, the two of them embracing each other tightly. The two then ran off to play whatever their small hearts desired.

Hera watched the two fondly while her husband stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. Yang, Hera's husband, stood at around 5 foot 10, dark hair covering his head, his features chiseled and sharp, dark brown eyes and a smile that could blind someone. The couple was grateful to be blessed with a child, like Namjoon, they couldn't believe their little troublemaker was already five. Where had the time gone? It felt like just yesterday he was brought into this world. But here they were, celebrating their son's fifth birthday.

"He's a blessing," Hera mumbled to her husband, her hands resting over his own.

"He is." Yang agreed, smiling softly and kissing the love of his life's temple.

They couldn't wait to see what kind of man their son grew up to be. Even though they knew it would be a roller coaster. Sometimes being a vampire was never easy.