Sick

Cookies

Seokjin's pov

"Granmama" a shriek evokes from Jimin. He runs through the kitchen hugging the elder's knees.

"Oh my beautiful little boy, how are you?" She says scooping him up in her frail arms.

"I'm super!" Jimin giggles.
"Look at you, you've grown so much since I've seen you. Your father hardly brings you to see me nowadays." She says with a hint of salt. I try not to notice how she not so discreetly said said father instead of fathers. It's always me.

Her name; Myung Sook, her status; Namjoon's mom, my mother-in-law, her goal in life; to torment me to the ends of the Earth.

I have done nothing to this woman. Except from marrying her beloved son and giving her her beloved granson. Still she detests me. She won't go out of her way to embarass me or say that she honestly hates me but her awful remarks and silent insults are annoying and quite hurtful considering I'm her son-in-law. She's never had an explanation as to why she doesn't like me but to me it will always be because I am with Namjoon.

That's the only reason there is. Myung-sook didn't want her son to be gay, I influenced that! She wanted Namjoon to take over his fathers legacy of owning their furniture store, I drove Namjoon from that because he was miserable. All red lights point to me. I've practically accepted it now.

Nonetheless I treat her fairly. "Hello Myung sook."

She clearly hears me but chooses to ignore me and continue talking to Jimin. Whatever! She can rot in hell.

"I see you've been eating chocolate, mr. Chubbykins." She says pinching the little boys plum cheeks.

"Papa says I look cute."
Jimin says pouting. "Does he now, well Jimin you should try not to eat a lot. It's bad for you." She says calmly. What the fuck? He's a kid! He survives off of sugar. This is her criticizing my parenting skills again. Pathetic, Jimin eats sweets only on occasions when I let him. None of his teeth have rot and he's healthy as can be. If I continued to listen to this woman I'd blow a blood vessel.

After a few more conversation exchange and gift giving Jimin begins to squirm out of her hand. He dashes to the living room with a box of what looks like buttery cookies courtesy of her. She walks after him out of the room. Her actions contradicts everything she says. I let out a sigh as I set the washed box on the dry rack and place Jimin's newly filled juice bottle and water bottle in the fridge for tommorow. Deciding to let her do her thing I walk up to Namjoon's bag avoiding eye contact and get out his lunch case, proceeding to the sink to do the same as I did to Jimin's.

I feel a pair of hands rest themselves on my shoulders. Namjoon's face peers from the corner of my face and he kisses my cheek. I ignore him.

"Sorry I didn't know she would be stopping by, she didn't say?" He says kissing my temple this time. "You could've warned me!" I say

He chuckles "I tried to but yu handed the phone to Jimin! Remember?" Oops.

"Oh." I say realising. "Dont worry." He says hugging my waist. I put away the bowls and dry my hands. "I'll make sure she behaves."

A let out another exasperated huff.

Namjoon notices and lifts an eyebrow.
"So how are you feeling today? No coughing?" He asks.

Since that shockingly awful night I haven't had any coughing episodes. It was a massive relief.

"No, its gone. I'm fine." I answer.

"Good, tell me if u feel anything alright?" He says in my ear. He spins me round and makes me look at him. He sweeps his hand under my chin and itches my face closer into a kiss. Soft and gentle with his other hand at my hips.

"Honestly you two. Jimin's in the other room." I hear behind us. The voice is laced with attitude. She stands at the archway with a disproving look on her face. We break the kiss and Namjoon backs off.

"Mom it's fine. Jimin understands." Namjoon says brightly.

"He's a little baby boy, and shouldn't walk in on the two of you kissing like this in the kitchen." She retorts.

"Exactly mom, he's a little 3 and a half year old boy about to be 4. We've explained what kissing is and why we do it." Namjoon says bluntly. For once I'm impressed with him.

In our opinion. We rather teach him these simple things like displays of affection now before he ventures off and gets the wrong impression somewhere else. Besides I don't see what the problem is. We kiss him all the time; not on the lips, but we've explained the differences.

She huffs and rolls her eyes slightly.

"Papa..?" I hear and spot Jimin at the door.

"Yes?" He's cluching his yellow dog bear thing like always. His face is squeamish. I begin to panic.

"Baby what's wrong?" I ask running up to him and kneeling.

"I don't like the cookies." he says holding up half a piece.

I take it and smell it. Shit! Coconut!
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To be continued

Lol I know the story is trash....ignore the mistakes!!!!