JM (BTS) Contentment...

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Chapter 11

'Appa' (Father)

(Jimin POV)

I sigh as I walk off, away from the group. Why am I even here? I didn't want to come to this stupid theme park in the first place...

Jungkook really wanted to come out to a theme park for his birthday treat from the company. His birthday is in a couple months, but we will be on tour around Europe, so he is fulfilling his wishes whilst we have free time.

However, just because he wanted to go to a theme park doesn't mean that the rest of us should have to go with him...not like anyone cares about my opinions but oh well.

As I am walking around the park, I keep my head down so that I don't get spotted by fans.
Suddenly, I hear someone crying, a child I think?

I look around, expecting to see a child throwing a tantrum or something, but I see a cute little boy with no adult around him. He seems very distressed and most likely lost.

I may be a heartless being, but seeing the little boy melted my cold heart in that moment. I felt that I had to go and comfort him, his eyes were so adorable, and they were wasting precious tears.

I slowly approach him, my eyes smile on my face so that I don't scare the poor boy any further with this mask on.

"Hey there little one..." I say quietly, trying not to startle him.

He looks up at me, so I crouch to his level.

"Why is such a cute boy like you crying his heart out?" I ask, smiling and lowering my mask which must be scaring him.

I look around and see that no one is staring at us, good, or else the managers will kill me if we get mobbed.

He hiccups slightly, still crying, being wary of me, a stranger.

"I'm not going to hurt you little one, you look lost...where's your eomma or appa?" I ask him.

"I-I n-no find e-eomma!" he says before bursting into tears again.

I hold my arms out, so that he can come into my embrace. He clings onto my neck immediately, sobbing so cutely.

I rub his back soothingly, "Shhh, it's okay little one, I will help you find your eomma okay?"

His crying slows down, and he looks up into my eyes, "Jinjja?" he asks.

I smile, "Of course...but, will you tell me your name?"

He gives me a small smile, making my heart feel proud, "Minho, Song Minho!" he says, in a much better mood.

I tickle his stomach, making him laugh. "Okay, Minho, let's find your eomma?" I ask him, making him nod in agreement.

I ask him one more thing before I carry him and begin walking, "Is you appa also here?"

However, my question must have triggered something in his mind as his lower lip started to quiver before he started softly crying into my neck again.

"Oh no! don't cry Minho, you're a big boy aren't you?" I ask.

He nods, "Minho big boy..."

"Big boys don't cry little one, now tell hyung what's wrong?"

"Hyung?" he asks.

"Yeah, boys call older males hyung, unless they are very old, then you call them ahjusshi..." I laugh.

"Hyung...Minho no appa, I sad and shout to eomma...Minho bad boy!" he slowly says, explaining himself.

So he doesn't have a dad, and he argued with his mother before running away I'm guessing?