MISSING PIECE || JIKOOK ✅

1.

JIMIN POV

"Eight, nine, ten."

"I'm coming." I shouted out
as warning to my three year
old nephew, who had insisted
we play hide-and-seek in the backyard even though there really weren't a lot of places
you could hide in the back
yard of my brother's house.

There was an oak tree and
a small sandbox and not
much else.

As soon as I opened my eyes
and turned around, I heard
a giggle from the direction
of the tree.

Sujin was not a quiet child.

Not that I minded, I loved
how much energy the little
boy had.

Sometimes I even envied
him a little for it.

Of course, his mass amounts
of energy didn't always go unpunished.

Once I neared the tree, my nephew shot out from behind
it at a sprint.

"Catch me." he shouted,
looking at me instead of
where he was going.

Two seconds later, he lay
flat on the ground, having
stumbled over the handle
of a rake.

Someone must have forgotten
to put it away after using it
to rid the grass of the fallen
leaves from the trees.

Since I was the only one
who took care of the yard
at all, that someone was probably me.

Shit.

I wasn't usually this sloppy.

"Are you okay?" I knelt
next to the child.

He looked at me with wide
brown eyes, as if not sure whether he was supposed
to cry or not.

"C'mon." I took his hand and helped him up to his feet.

He didn't look hurt, thank
God.

Joon and Jin trusted me to
look after their boys while
they were out and
considering how kind they
were being to me letting me
stay here for free, I didn't
want to do anything to
abuse that trust in any way.

Idly, I glanced at the baby monitor I'd placed next to
the back door but no sounds were coming from it.

Boy number two was still napping, it seemed.

"Hurts." Sujin said, pointing
at his right wrist.

"Let me see."

He'd scraped his skin a little
bit, breaking his fall.

Nothing dramatic.

Picking up the baby monitor
on my way, I took him
back inside to the sink in
the guest bathroom.

"We'll clean you up and
then you get a nice
Band-Aid." I told him.

"I want dinosaurs." He
demanded as I cleaned his
wrist with a wet washcloth.

"Dinosaurs are great but you know what else is great?"

He looked at me curiously through the unruly brown
bangs falling into his face.

"Butterflies are great."

"Butterflies?" He tried the
word on his tongue.

"They're pretty and colorful
and they can fly, They can
also taste with their feet."

"Most people don't know
that but it's pretty cool."

At least I thought it was
cool, anyway.