Sick

"Jimin!"

Seokjin's pov

We stand at the side of the road and wait for the bus to move along. Jimin waves Da-hyun off and she waves back. What a nice lady.

Namjoon stands at the other side of the road waiting for us. Jimin spots him and calls out to him. He takes a step forward onto the street leaving the pavement and the air from my body dissapears.

He wasn't holding my hand or rather I wasn't holding his. He starts to sprint  his way over to Namjoon, I reach out immediately. I miss him. He runs half way into the street and I run after him without even looking too. I can vaguely see Namjoon's alerted face in the distance as he panics as well.

"Jimin!" I scream.

He stops suddenly and stands on the white line in the middle. A car was was nearing closer and zoomed past infront of me before I could make it to him. I couldn't see him. I couldn't see him!

I swore I saw darkeness. It went black. How could i have let him slipped past me like that. Why wasn't i paying attention?

A few more cars zoomed by still blocking us. Couldn't they see a little boy in the middle of the road. Where did all these cars suddenly come from? I feel my chest burn for some reason. Like I wasn't breathing properly. I held my breath and coughed a bit. I refused to let it distract me.

Finally the last one passed by and there he was, I could see him. He had his hands over his eyes like he did when he got scared.

"Jimin!"
I run towards him, pick him up and bring him to the pavement. He was on the verge of tears. Namjoon quickly joined in. His face was horrified.

I quickly crouch down to him and remove his hands from his eyes and hold his palms away from his face.

"Jimin what were you doing? Huh? answer me? Why did you do that? I've told you before! Haven't I? Why did you run into the street like that? Why?" He starts to cry. Snot and tears gliding down his face. A whole mess.

Namjoon places his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him. He gives me a sad but worried look.

I realise I was screaming. I let out a breath and cough slightly. Taking another deep breath I release Jimin's hands. It flies to his eyes as he cries heavily in them. He tries to wipe away the tears but it useless. Namjoon crouches down as well. Were in a small circle on a pavement now.

Jimin cries his eyes out. I feel bad not just for screaming but for being careless.

I shift my body around kneeling down on my knees with my butt sat on the ball of my feet. I didn't care if my jeans were getting dirty. I pull the crying boys body into mine. He cries onto my shoulder clutching the material of my shirt collar tightly. Namjoon rubs slow waves on his back. I let him cry.

After about a minute his cries simmer down and turn to sniffles. Detaching his small frame from my body I make him stand up properly.

His looks at the ground and fiddles with his chubby fingers.

"Look at me baby." I say. He reluctantly lifts his head up. I take a wet wipe out of my bag and clean his face up.

"I'm sowy." He manages with his head down again "Don't be mad at me."

My heart does a small somersault but lends on its face.

"I know you are, and we're not mad at you." He raises his little head again as if he was relieved.

"Why are you crying papa?" He asks.

I didn't even realise I was crying. I didn't feel the tears until he pointed them out. It literally felt like my eyes flashed before my eyes. What if something had gone wrong? What if I didn't get him out in time.

Namjoon uses the pads of his thumbs and brushes them away. He places a kiss on my temple.

"Papa's was scared Jimin. So was I. You could have gotten hurt. You should never let go of papa's hand. Okay? Do you understand me?" Namjoon says firmly.

"Yes." Jimin croaks.

I let out another heavy breath. My mind was still dazed. My chest was still burning.

I take his hands in my hand again and press our forheads together closing my eyes. "Listen to me Jimin. If something happened to you daddy and papa would be very sad. We would cry. You need to be careful for us. Never do that again okay. Please don't." I say carefully.

"I won't."

"Good."

Namjoon carries Jimin on his shoulders and we make our way to the icecream parlour.

As we walk I feel eyes peering at me. Like im being watched. I turn my head around and spot someone standing in the far distance. I can't make out exactly who it is but they were definitely looking at us. As soon as my eyes land on them they turn around and walk away.

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To be continued

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A song recommendation cause why the hell not...
One last time by Summer salt