Love Is Not Over || Jikook [MPREG]

|| universal truth || 5

 italics are not flashback okay. that's jimin's pov. however, bold italics are flashback.  

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It was another shift done, upon the completion of the said shift, it didn't took him another moment to initiate his plans - he quickly bolted out of the cafe he's been working at for hours to pick up his son from the daycare. When he arrived at the daycare, he scanned the place around for signs of his son but the tug he felt at the fabric of his pants was enough for him to know who it was.

He turned around, seeing his son looking up at him with big eyes and wide smile. Instinctively, he bent down and picked him up in his arms, taking his son's bag with his other hand before they went on.

"Appa, I thought you weren't going to come," Jikook admitted, his arms slowly wrapping around Jungkook's neck and clinging onto him tightly.

"Eh? So that's why my baby looks so sad when appa turned around," Jungkook commented which his son nodded at despite nuzzling at his neck. He smiled anyway, feeling the familiar breath fanning his neck, it was calming his senses and it was clear as a day that all he needed was his son.

"Are you hungry, Jikook-ah?"

"Appa," Jikook withdrew his head from nuzzling at Jungkook's neck and faced his dad, his eyes twinkling at the question that his dad had for him as it only meant that they were going to eat if he says yes, so he did. "Yes, appa!Jikook wants to eat hotteok, pancakes appa!"

"Arasso-yo," He ruffled Jikook's hair, the boy wholeheartedly accepted the pat and didn't show any form of resistance, instead he even smiled and felt happy at the feeling of his appa's hand on top of his head.

The father and son went on to eat hotteoks, they had their eyes wide at the familiar sizzling sound of the hotteoks being made and the aroma that came from making the hotteoks made their stomachs grumble. When the halmeoni handed them their own pieces, they quickly dig in the food.

"Ah!"

Jungkook hurriedly placed down his own food at the corner of the stall and attended to his son. Jikook was on the verge of crying, his index finger pointed upwards and looked pitiful - the red color slowly dispersing becoming more prominent and swollen. Jungkook took his son's small hand and began to blew the affected area whilst rubbing his son's back gently at the same time.

"Jikook-ah, didn't appa told you not to eat directly and blow it first because it's hot? Look at your finger,"

"A-appa..." Jikook was sobbing now, "sorry,"

"Shh, shh, don't cry, baby. Appa was just reminding you, now you know what happens, don't do it again okay? Come on, ride on appa's back and let's buy an ointment. Shhh, stop crying." He ran his hand on Jikook's small back over and over as he asked him to climb on top of his own back, the little boy settling behind his appa.

Jungkook took the hotteoks and dismissed himself from the halmeoni who was equally worried as him. He dashed and quickly searched around for pharmacies, the pressure inside him grew as Jikook still did not stop sobbing and Jungkook is scared that he'll get breathing spasms if he doesn't stop crying. He didn't like the sight of it in anyway - watching his son having a hard time breathing from crying too much made his heart ache in a twisting way so he doesn't want this situation to lead to that.

No way.

As a parent, it was his job to protect his son - to care for him in ways a mother or a father should. Seeing his own son cry was like a testament that he failed being a parent he wanted to, the growing pressure inside him was tantamount and along with the pressure was the creeping pain destructing every other emotion and standing adamant in his own heart. He frantically searched, peeking over the very side where he saw a dimly lit pharmacy, not wasting any second, he rushed there. He asked for an ointment for burn and somewhat soft on skin because the one where he's going to apply it to was a child. The cashier was caught up on his sense of urgency and in no time, he was giving Jungkook's change and the ointment.