A Still Day or A Hurricane | Jungkook

Part 48

"Hey, do you need help?" You hear Jungkook ask as you unload your clothes from the laundry.

You turn to him - one hand on his phone and the other out for Heejin who's currently painting his nails a bright yellow - and chuckle.

"Bubba's reserved you all afternoon, babe. Don't wanna ruin salon day."

"True. She made this appointment without telling me but that's okay. She's a little feisty though," he replies, obediently following Heejin's orders to straighten his fingers, her constant and tiny oops at painting through his skin, making him smile.

She'd been into polishes since last week after she'd seen her uncle Hobi have smiley faces on his nails. She was so amused with it that he got her child-friendly ones, and what you thought was something she wanted to put on herself was actually something she wanted to put on someone else. Jungkook, apparently, is her chosen client for today.

You walk to the living room with the clothes you need to fold and watch from the couch as Heejin now stands up from the floor and tries tying Jungkook's hair like a sprout. You laugh at his pained expression as she pulls on his strands and hits his scalp with the butterfly hair clips your mom gave to her, which your 7-year old self used to love wearing.

"Waaah, pretty!" Heejin chirps, putting on another one. "Kookoo is pretty!"

"Yes I am, sunshine. And so are you," he says, clipping one on her. "Pretty like your Mama, right?" He adds, smirking at you.

"Yes, Jinnie is pretty like Mama!" Heejin squeals.

"Oh, starting to speak like Kookoo now, aren't you?" You laugh, sitting next to her and giving her a hug.

"We should have a pamper day with her," Jungkook suggests, scooting closer to both of you. "Maybe next Saturday before we head to Namjoon's."

"Sounds good," you smile, carrying your daughter to the couch with you as she yawns, her body used to her afternoon nap time.

Heejin squishes her face on your boobs, thumb in her mouth as she starts to doze off. Jungkook follows and refuses to undo his hair, taking a photo of himself and laughing as he sends it to you.

"So you'll remember what your pretty boyfriend looks like," he says.

"I know what you look like, Jungkook," you playfully roll your eyes. "I see it everyday."

"Just a few hours everyday, though. Sometimes just on the screen, too," he sighs, not wanting to sound like he's complaining that he doesn't get to see you as much as he'd like, which is all the time, every morning and night, if possible.

He did say he tends to be clingy, and you haven't really complained about it, although he's been good at not letting it show. You're a busy woman, he knows, yet you make time to come by the cafe every morning, except on days when you have to skip it for something more important, usually a hearing or a meeting outside of the city. Jungkook sleeps over on Fridays and Saturdays and spends every weekend with you and Heejin at least, going to wherever you plan or where he spontaneously suggests.

Sundays at your mom's is a regular occurrence, and some Fridays, you let yourself loosen up a little with a drink or two with your friends, something Jungkook does sometimes as well. It's this routine you've both set up, with him looking after Heejin twice a week now, and the fact that he's become the first person you call about her means so much to him, and he hopes it means as much - or the same - as it does to you.

You pick up the drop in his voice. You're convinced that Jungkook sometimes forgets that you're a lawyer - observant and assumptive, also often right, and so he probably thinks you're oblivious to what goes on in his head.