A Wish Remembered - NamJin ✔️

Epilogue

"... But that wasn't enough. Danny still wanted more. He wanted much more than his toy box..."

Seokjin snuggled closer and burried his face on Namjoon's crook. Nuzzled his nose on the man's neck, inhaling Namjoon's scent, the blend of bitter orange and pepperwood. As he settled his back to be more comfortable with a pillow, he yawned.

"Seemed that you are getting bored."

"No. I love it. Your voice lull me."

"Shall I sing My Everything to send you sleep?" Namjoon brushed Seokjin's bangs and kissed the rose scent of Seokjin's crownhead.

Seokjin chuckled. "I would love it if my condition way more better. For now, please just read me books."

"I'm sorry. Please don't get sick because of me."

"I'm not sick, Namjoon." Seokjin rolled his eyes.

Namjoon continued reading the book and Seokjin's eyes became heavier.

"Take a nap. I will wake you up la-"

A knock made him automatically turned his head. Seokjin looked up as well, with his half lidded eyes.

"Yes? Come in." Namjoon replied.

The person outside certainly couldn't hear the answer but there was a creak sound and Soyou peeked inside. "I send Myungie back." She opened the door wider and the three year old boy rushed inside.

Myungsoo dashed into the room and about one meter away from the bed he stopped just to prepare himself to...

JUMP.

Namjoon knew this would happen. And it happened. But he was prepared. He faced downward above Seokjin's stomach before Myungsoo landed on the mattress.

"My mom!" Myungsoo pushed Namjoon away and clung on Seokjin's neck, kissed his cheek. Seokjin kissed the boy back.

"How was groceries shopping with aunty?" Seokjin asked. His son accompanied Soyou to bought things needed for Christmas.

"Just... Normal. As usual." Myungsoo straddled his feet around Seokjin's waist and sat on Seokjin's stomach. He wasn't rough and didn't harm his mother but still his father couldn't bear the view.

"Myung, how many times daddy have to tell you don't do this to mommy."

"Why? My mom didn't complain." Myungsoo pouted.

"Your mom is my wife. Mommy didn't compIain. Dad is the one complaining."

"Why complaining when Daddy tortured mommy? Like a monster."

Namjoon raised his eyebrow, glanced on Seokjin. The pretty mom shrugged as he didn't know what Myungsoo had talking about.

"I saw daddy bit mommy on his neck."

Seokjin's eyes widened. "Myungie saw it? When?"

"Umn... Yesterday? In the kitchen?" Myungsoo answered. "Uncle Hyungwon took me from upstairs towards the living room for afternoon tea. He didn't see."

Namjoon gulped. He had to admit that he often couldn't hold his lust and flaming desire towards Seokjin. Not only once or twice because it happened almost everyday, okay everyday, Namjoon would ended make out with Seokjin in the kitchen, or private reading room when Seokjin brought a cup of americano to accompany him working. But, he made sure Myungsoo was not around. Or he just didn't know the boy was around.

Myungsoo pulled Seokjin's sweater wanted to check his mother's neck. Seokjin threw his gaze to Namjoon and the man worked on his brain, prepare the answer.