Pacifier •jjk.kth• [Discontinued]

Chapter 4: The Stuffie Fights

Taehyung's outfit in this chapter.

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Chapter 4

I will see you in the morning.

What time exactly does morning begin? Could it be as early as an hour past midnight? Was it when the sun rose? Could it be noon in the caretaker's language? Or somewhere in between like 9 a.m.?

Taehyung woke up as early as his body allowed him to, the Mickey mouse fluorescent clock told him it was half past six. He wasn't exactly a morning person, regardless of other babies. Beauty sleep was much treasured by him.

Grumpily, he rolled out of the bed and onto the furry carpet with a muffled oof before straightening up and stumbling to the bathroom, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

In those ungodly hours of pure torture and anticipation, Taehyung had managed to get soap in his eyes and accidentally fall on the wet bathroom floor resulting in a bump on his forehead. His excuse was that there was always a nanny to assist him but apparently his dad had dismissed them all.

By the time the Mickey Mouse gloved hand ticked to 8, taehyung stood dolled up in front of the mirror. The blue collared white shirt paired with ripped shorts made him look runway worthy and the bruise had been tactfully hidden away behind his golden bangs.

The Little's lips were stretched in an involuntary wide grin such that he had to flatten his palms on his face to cool down his burning cheeks. Nothing however could be done about his tummy. The corn kernels he ate last night were threatening to burst into popcorns should he see his new found Daddy.

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"No, ma'am, we don't have Chihuahua plushies at the moment," Jungkook winced as those words left his mouth. Not just because of the ridiculousness of the sentence but of the situation he was trapped in.

The fur coat clad lady in front of looked at him with distrust and an awful amount of distaste, he wanted nothing more than to kick her out.

"You are telling me-," she gave the real Chihuahua in her arms a caress to its head before stabbing Jungkook with a glare of her eyeshadow heavy eyes. "- that you don't have a dog toy for my daughter. We wanted to twin. Check again, I am sure there would be one."

The said daughter was a 5 year old who was nowhere in sight at the moment. The raven head was apprehensive of what that child might be doing to his shop while he was tackling her devil of a mother.

"We have a Rottweiler plush-"

"No!" The lady angrily set the Chihuahua down on the glass counter between them and pointed at it, "a Chihuahua only. White one to be exact. You think I would let my princess hold a stinky Rottweasle?"

"Rottweiler plushies don't stink." Jungkook stared down the angry but trembling Chihuahua in front of him, eerily familiar to how the its owner was looking at him. Though he had backed up against the wall but hell would he back down. He didn't have the demanded plushie for fuck's sake.

What weed is she high on? Walking in with a dog when it clearly said no pets allowed.

Her reply had been that it wasn't a dog but her daughter's big brother.

Suddenly a series of crashing sounds resonated in the toy shop. Of plastic and glass clashing and dropping to the ground. His head snapped to the counter to his right and there was the devil's child, hand hovering over a plastic transformer's figurine that had she knocked over resulting in a domino effect until all of the row had fallen and scattered.