Author pov:-
Jungkook never was the same from that day onwards. His smile, which always reached upto his ears, now was just a fake expression for him. He never felt this unhappy but he also felt a rise of sunshine in his life after a few months or so. Jeon jeongin. Jungkook's son, and his only reason to live. He forgot what happiness meant, until this goofball of happiness came into his life. He felt alive again. He got another will to live and he forgot every sorrow, pain or guilt he had. Just because of his dearest son. Jeongin, though he loved both of his parents, never failed to favour his father in any circumstances.
"Jeongin, come to dadda?"
"No baby, you will come to mama right?" Though that infant could not understand a single word those humans had uttered, he still took teeny tiny steps towards his father who held a proud expression on his face.
"Yes baby, oh my god that's my son." Jungkook cried happily as he secured the now cute baby sitting on his lap. Irene sighed defeated, but smiled soon enough, looking at that father son interaction.
If only they could go back to being a couple again. Irene's face gloomed with sadness again as she remembered how jungkook did not speak a word to her during her pregnancy. He just took care of her,so that she would not hurt the baby. Jungkook cared just about his son, not his wife. They never came on good terms. Especially because irene still knew that the younger loved someone else.
That his heart was already secured by someone else.
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"What the fuck mom and dad? You both got pregnant? How the fuck is this possible?" Taehyung yelled through his phone as his frustration grew at the horny couple. Fucking 27 years age difference. Wow. Not much huh? Just because of this stupid mistake?
"Why are you shouting son? We tried to be careful-"
"Tried? There is a thing called protection dad? And how the fuck did mom get pregnant anyways? Isn't she old?"
"Did you just called me old!?" Taehyung's mom shouted.
"That's not the point EITHER!"
the phone was cut by the other line as taehyung frustratingly sighed. He wonders how the fuck they even thought of having sex but oh well. We're all horny sometimes. Aren't we?
"Why are you shouting? Geez." Rosé spoke, who just entered the room with a mug of coffee in her hand.
"You know I hate coffee-"
"I bought it for myself." She spoke in an obvious tone and taehyung rolled his eyes. Today really was a bad day huh?
"I wonder why you're my best friend. We don't have anything in common!" Rosé shouted accusingly, seeming to now come to a realisation.
" I feel the same too. "
"I know right? I mean we have nothing in comm-"
"About the best friend part." Soon a flying pillow made its way towards taehyung as he ducked his head but got hit by it anyways.
"Tae ?" Rosé softly spoke. Taehyung looked towards her direction and gave her a questioning gaze.
"Did you move on.. from h-"
"You know I don't like talking about anything related to him. Then why? PLEASE don't ask these stupid questions again."
"Then why don't you just deny the fact that you did not move on? Means you still love him isn't it?"
"Why the fuck do you care? Please don't ruin this moment rosé. Get out. I want my time alone." Taehyung spoke, way too tired to even answer her accusations. He felt tired of everything. He felt tired of himself at this point. No matter how many times he hoped that he could atleast send a text to the specifed male, he still did not have the guts to do so. He did not hage the guts, to make things the way it was.
He sighed, a heartwarming feeling creeping up his heart when he low-key got the news of his brother/ sister. Even though he was utterly disgusted by his parents for having kids at this age, he still could not wait for even a moment to take care of his sibling like the dad he was. Atleast, this would help him to get his kind off of things he did not want to focus on.
3 years later:-
"Oh my god jiwon ah-" a man sighed as he looked at the mess the little baby girl made. She wasn't little bit she wasn't old either. Her smile, a boxy one showcased the enjoyment of her deeds. She smiled gleefully, almost capturing the said man in a daze.
"Hm, smiling after making you brother work for your deeds? Isn't that a little sinful cupcake?" Taehyung smiled as he picked his little sister up and heard her angelic giggles.
"Tae taree" was all she could say as her words came out joyfully but broken. What can you even expect from a three year old, a speech like an author?
"Yes? Little angel?"
"Pwankiee" which of course meant pancakes but who would want zo correct her? Of course, it was the cutest pronounciation in the whole wide world.
"Pancakes? Okay, I'll make them. Till then, why don't you watch your favourite cartoon hm?" Taehyung cooed as he took his baby princess to the living room, where he made her sit on the lavish couch. He put on Coco melon, which was one of her favourite thing to watch. Taking the remote with him, and not trusting his sister,he walks upto the kitchen and starts making the batter for the pancakes.
As he was profoundly focused on his work, he looked towards the smaller girl who's attention was on the tv. Doe eyes curiously scattering through the screen. Chuckling at the adorable sight, his eyes soon begins to water, as he remembers how both of his parents passed away a year earlier.
No one could tell, that they had such an illness, and no one could tell that they would get the same disease. Guess god really does belive in true love huh?
Kim jiwon now had no parents, even though she was an unwanted mistake, Taehyung never made her feel like one. He pamered her, cared for her, treated her like the princess she was and never made her feel less than her own parent. She would sometimes call him dada, for which Taehyung would immeadiately spoil her with kisses just to hear her melodious giggles once again.
"You are my everything jiwon ah" He mumbles, against his lips, smiling from ear to ear, almost forgetting every single thing that happened in the past. Except one.
Jungkook POV-
"Appa? Why?" Jeongin whined as he pouted with his fluffy lips, but he knew how much of a devil he himself was.
"When I say no, it's a no son." I say finality in my voice and he throws the phone on the couch. Okay. This boy has some serious attitude issues going on.
"Shall I say that you're just 5, freakin five years old? What's this attitude young man?" I stand up from the couch trying to look angry but his watery puppy eyes makes me almost melt.
"Mom th-threw the v-ase at y-you. So I t-think I do t-too" he said, words coming out broken but I could mkae out. Not again. He is starting to pick up habits from the constant fights me and Irene get to.
I sigh, and softly bend down to peck his forehead and ask for forgiveness. He's a child. He does not deserve to see all of this. It's my fault. It was my fault to think o could change and our relation could work out.
"I'm sorry hm? Why don't we go to bed early today? Let's talk tomorrow baby. Don't you have your kindergarten?"
"Oooo yes appa!!" His voice now became all cheerful and I chuckled. He likes to socialise, if you already couldn't tell.
I watched as he hoops of to his bed and Cooed at his bunny ears flapping from the onesie he was wearing. He's my sunshine. And he was my heart. Which is now no longer with me.
Next chapter
"One wrong move and it's all gone Jeon."
"One wrong move, and now I'm gone"
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"Why don't you just choose goddamn it!?"
"I cannot, I certainty cannot because I love both of you!!"
Why the fuck did Wattpad unpublished my story? Repost ig ☠️😭
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