Jimin was ecstatic with joy. The mere thought of being able to talk to his parents again was overwhelming. He had started to believe that he would never be able to speak to them again. But now, seeing Jungkook dialing for a call, Jimin was anxiously waiting for his turn. When the call didn't come through, Jimin's face fell. Seeing his teary eyes, Jungkook immediately reassured him, "Jimin, I'm trying again. Don't worry, we will get through." Jimin quickly nodded in agreement and swiftly moved to sit on Jungkook's lap. Jungkook, who was waiting for the call, was taken aback by Jimin's sudden action. But this was becoming a habit for Jimin. Whenever he felt like it, he would sit on Jungkook's lap. It was as if Jungkook's lap had become Jimin's favorite place.I
n the beginning, Jungkook would always make Jimin sit on his lap whenever he felt that Jimin was sad or troubled, and also when he felt a lot of love for Jimin. But now, this responsibility had been taken over by Jimin himself. Now, whenever he felt like it or his heart desired, he would come and sit on Jungkook's lap and rest his head on Jungkook's chest. At first, Jungkook would be shocked, but now he had gotten used to it. However, sometimes when Jimin would come and sit on his lap out of the blue, Jungkook would still be taken aback.
It's not that Jungkook didn't like it. He loved it when Jimin would come and sit on his lap, as if Jimin was the perfect size for it. Sitting on Jungkook's lap, Jimin looked like a cute little baby, there was such a size difference between them. Jungkook always had a problem because Jimin, in his attempt to adjust his position by placing his ass on his little thing, would inevitably shake him. But in reality, he would shake Jungkook's entire soul. And now, Jimin had done the same thing again, comfortably.
Jungkook was in this dilemma when the call came through, and just as he was about to say something, Jimin had taken the phone from his hand and started talking. Upon hearing Jimin's voice, Mr. Park had also jumped up in happiness. "Jimin, my love, how are you?" Jimin had begun to cry upon hearing his father's voice.
"Dad, I miss you so much," Jimin kept repeating the same line over and over. On the other side, Miss IU had also come, as Mr. Park had turned on the speaker. Miss IU, who had been arranging the room, had suddenly rushed outside towards the lounge, where Mr. Park was enthusiastically calling for Jimin. While Jimin continued to cry and say, "Dad, I've missed you so much, Jungkook felt upset as Jimin snatched the mobile phone from his hand.
He now felt guilty about his thoughts. Seeing Jimin in this state, Jungkook was starting to feel concerned. Truly, no one could replace parents. Something had touched Jungkook's heart.
Miss IU had started crying herself, she had been patient for so many days. Now the measure of her patience became evident upon hearing Jimin's voice. On the other hand, Jimin had started crying even more upon hearing his mother's voice. "Mom, I miss you both so much. I was in so much pain.
Mom and Dad, you can't imagine. When they took me away, it felt like my world was ending. Mom, Dad, I thought I'd never be able to hear you again in my life. I thought I'd never be able to see you again. Jungkook saved me, otherwise I don't know what those people would have done to me." Upon hearing Jimin's words, Mr. Park and Miss IU had learned something that was going to shake their hearts once again.
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