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𝐉𝚰𝐌𝚰𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
I parked my Porsche in the school parking lot, waiting for Ju.
Jeon fucking Jungkook was busy, and Ashley had to take care of Isuel, so they asked me to pick up Ju from school. And who am I to say no to my little Ju, who’s just as adorable as I am, right?
I sighed, put on my sunglasses, and strolled over to the main gate, waiting for him. As I stood there, I saw Ju coming out of his class, his tiny feet padding along. He looks just like a mini version of Jungkook but with all the cuteness and manners that Ashley taught him. Because, let’s be honest, Jungkook is… well, a bit rough around the edges.
Seriously, who gets jealous of everyone who even glances at their wife? And don’t get me started on his need to kiss her in front of everyone! Ash loves him, but she’s got to be done with his possessiveness. Crazy idiot is so different from his own son.
Ju, on the other hand, is such a humble, understanding kid. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe he’s Jungkook’s son.
As he was walking over, his foot suddenly stumbled, and he fell. Even though he’s seven now, he’s still such a little kid—and I adore every bit of him. I adore every kid, to be honest.
"Are you okay, Ju?" I asked, concern heavy in my voice as I scanned him for any sign of injury.
But this little angel just smiled, pushing himself up to his feet. "No, Uncle Chim, I’m good!" He flashed his bunny teeth, then jumped into my arms, which made me laugh as I held him close. “Good, because I don’t want Ashley kicking my butt for letting her precious Ju get hurt, right?”
He giggled, wrapping his small arms around me. This little guy is nothing like his father; he’s got this softness and innocence that’s all his own. Now, Isuel—that’s a whole other story. She’s Jungkook’s little replica: quiet, intense, but so adorable in her own way.
"Mama wouldn't kick your bumbum, Uncle! My mama is sweet," he said, defending his mom with that fierce little loyalty of his. Even though Ashley isn’t his biological mom, she’s given him and Jungkook a new kind of happiness they both needed. She’s really transformed their world.
“Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you home. Your papa was tied up, so I came to pick you up. Sound good?” As we headed toward my Porsche, a sound from behind stopped me cold.
"It's fine, little girl. Look, I’ll take you to your sister. Just come with me, alright?"
What the hell? I turned around and my jaw clenched as I took in the sight—a man who looked about forty, towering over a young girl, maybe ten, who was clearly terrified. My blood started boiling, heating up to about 140 degrees.
