"Yes , right there Baby."
The black haired male softly encouraged his five years old son "Woojun" whom was struggling to hang the decoration on the big Christmas tree , his small hands gripping a random branch to stay stable , the other successfully completing the task earning a clap ."When is dad coming ?"
The boy asked , hope and innocence shinning in his bamby eyes while turning to Seokjin whom was caressing his slightly developed bump . Jin sighed before patting his hair not wanting to fail his son with his answer .
"I don't know honey. Daddy is really busy today. Remember."
There was a serious frown on Woojun's face and another thing "disappointment" .
"He's always busy! It's Christmas and he doesn't want to see us!""Baby." Jin calmly said before wrapping his arms around the furious little boy , peppering his face with small kisses followed by whispers of apologies.
"Does he hate us?" Woojun asked with few tears running down his cheeks while hugging his father back .
"Woojun-ah , he is working hard , day and night For us. Now , who wants some hot chocolate and marshmallows ?!"
The boy rubbed his face against his father's shoulder before whispering "me" in his ear.
Seokjin smiled
"Same goes for your baby brother."
"Is he sleeping now?"
"No. He's moving and kicking. You can feel it if you placed your hands here."
"Whao!" Jun said he's eyes widening instantly."You forgot the marshmallow." Seokjin said while wiping the fake cocoa mustache Woojun gave to himself after drinking his hot chocolate in one go .
The boy checked his mug to make sure he completely emptied it , a satisfied smile resting on his cherry lips.
Jin carefully contemplated his Jungkook's mini splitting image wondering if the baby he's carrying will resemble him this time not his officer husband.
"Appa...Instead of watching a movie before opening the gifts..."
"Yes?"
"Can you read me a story while we sit near the fire ?"
"Oh baby...What a lovely idea. Which one would you like me to read?"
"Christmas in Nottingham."
"O-oh. Okay."Seokjin was a bit taken back by the story request. He expected his son , his five years old son , to choose a simple fun story like Goldilocks and the three bears or Red ridding hood , but the one he chose is very deep and meaningful. The author used simple word but each letter delivered a different sort of pain , of emotion and the story teaches a lot of valuable lessons.
"While people sang around their Christmas tree , while it was snowing , Thomson sat alone , near his mother's body , rubbing his freezing palms together to create some warmth . Humming "O'holy night" under his breath."
By the time Seokjin was done reading the heart wrenching story , Woojun was already asleep in his arms .
The crackling of the fire was the only sound that was heard in the living room until there was a small knock on the door.Seokjin a was definitely sure it was none of his or Jk's family. And here's why :
Their story started like this , the highschool heartthrob and popular Jeon Jungkook who used to flirt with the sweet innocent Seokjin in any chance he got , even stole his first kiss and got rewarded with a slap.
He asked Jin to go with him on a date but got rejected multiple time.They went to the same university. Jk with his parent's money , Seokjin with a full scholarship. But Jungkook personality changed . He wasn't as flirty and carefree as before , he became more serious , more confident and even more handsome . He changed from a boy to a man in such a short time .
Jungkook needed help with his filming project and he chose Seokjin to be his subject. When he was done he invited Jin to his apartment to show him the final edit , they somehow ended with Seokjin on his lap and them kissing like there was no tomorrow.
They started dating and Jk couldn't be more happier , everything was normal and running smoothly until Seokjin got pregnant . His family abandoned him but Jungkook didn't and immediately asked his hand. Jk's own family refused the idea of him marrying Seokjin , a "commoner" , they even went as far as accusing Jin of carrying someone else's child not Jk's which made him extremely mad that he left them to build a new family with his beloved one and little life inside him.
Back to the present , Seokjin placed Woojun carefully on the couch before covering him with the blanket he had over his shoulders then went to open the door.
"Merry Christmas." The police officer said with his warm smile , dimples showing , while handing the pregnant male a bag full of chocolate and sweets.
"Merry Christmas Joonie. Come in.""So how is your pregnancy penguin?" He asked with a mischievous grin while dropping his weight on a chair , enjoying how offended Jin looked like.
"Ya! If it was because of my walk then I hope you get pregnant too!"
"Unfortunately you only can do that Jinjin.""Thank you for the gifts and chocolate."
"Anything for you guys...How is Woojun?"
"He...keeps asking about kookie , you know...I can't lie to him anymore." Jin said while sitting down and looking at his lap , hands linked together.
"Seokjin it's gonna be alright...He's just a kid ."
"He is...but every time he give that look and ask about his father and why isn't he spending the holiday with us I have to lie straight to his face...how am I going to tell him...what am I going to say?"
At this point one tear escaped his eyes and he sniffled a little before using a tissue while his friend got up and patted his back .
All the strong act he was putting was slowly crumbling down to pieces now unmasking his true feelings and pain , the ones he hid from his little son."What did the doctor say?"
"Jungkook is not showing any sign of waking up ...from his coma , one of them even hinted that they have no hope .. I am afraid...I cannot afford to loose him Namjoon ."
"We won't Jin . Jungkook will wake up and will be there when you give birth to your second child to hold your hand just like the first time."
"We need a Christmas miracle for this."
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The one shot (Jinkook)
Fanfictionseries of random Jinkook one shots. angst, fluff, romance and slightly mature. Request are accepted as well.