Sick

"Eww, they use smurfs?"

Seokjin's pov

We make our way into the ice cream shop. It looks old but clean. The rustic and vintage furniture are decoratively placed around tables and in some casual places around the area.

The place was fairly empty. I didn't mind that though. I actually enjoyed it. Jimin squirms from Namjoon's hold as he pats his head begging to be let down. Namjoon raises him up and off placing him onto the ground.

As soon as he's loose he sprints to the large display case. He breathes against the glass as his mouth hangs agape at all the colours.

"What's that one daddy?" He asks pointing towards a red, blue and white colour.

"That's smurf, it's um-"

"Eww, they use smurfs? That's really bad." He says surprised. The servers behind the counter chuckle at his cuteness and admit that they got that a lot from kids.

"No baby they don't, they just call it that because of the colour." He 'ahhs' in realisation.

We spent nearly 8 minutes picking a flavour. Jimin struggled between getting the smurf flavour or the yellow one that he claimed looked like his stuff dog; Chimmy. After explaining that it was lemon flavoured and it wouldn't taste sweet for the eight time I gave up. We originally had told him to only choose one flavour but since he was persisitent and since I was weak to pouty faces and baby doll eyes he got what he wanted.

As expected though he grimaced at the taste as soon as he put it inside his mouth. Namjoon ended up eating it.

After the ice-cream shop we headed to the park. Jimin played until he exhausted himself and fell asleep. Namjoon and I decided to spend the rest of the late afternoon together. We drove to a spot near an enormous lake that we knew about.

The last time we came here we stayed out at night, enjoying each other's company as wierd newly promised couples. Along with just enjoying each other's company we also got down to some pretty dark things. Let's just say fucking at his parents' house even back then was still a big NO NO.

However going back to that spot was a euphoria full of memories. It hadn't changed much. The weeds around the lake were still the same maybe a little longer and wilder, other than that it looked untouched.

We got out of the car and stood outside against it. Namjoon was to my back, hugging my waist from behind as I laid my head back onto his chest. It was nice. Very nice. It felt calming and I just wanted to stay there. The sun had begun to set and we just stayed and watched it.

However I wasn't fully able to think straight. Stuff was still lingering at the back of my mind about today's events. I almost lost my baby out of carelessness. We almost lost our child, our glue, our little Jiminie. I don't know what I would've done and how I would've been. Probably border line mental.

"What's wrong?" I hear. Of course it was Namjoon and ofcourse he instantly notices I am upset.

"Nothing." I bait.

"Don't do that, don't bait me. Tell me what's on your mind." He says. I'm honestly not shocked that he read my mind. He had the tendency to do that.

"Just thinking." I responded.

"About earlier?"

"...yeah."

Namjoons lets out an exasperated sigh. "I was scared too." He admits.

"Not just for Jimin though. I was on the other side watching unable to do anything, unable to get to the both of you. All I saw was my little baby boy running onto the road and my other baby running after him." He continues.

"I was terrified. Absolutely terrified, so much could have happened in that small amount of time. I could've lost you and Jimin in less than a second without even being able to do anything." Another sigh escapes him, this one was hitched.

"I'm sorry." I admit.

"What?"

I turn over and bury my head in his chest. "I'm sorry I let him slip past me"

"Jin, I know it wasn't your fault. Jimin sometimes doesn't think before he does something. I'd never blame you."

"I know. But I just feel bad." I snif.

"Don't, we can't change the past, dwelling on it isn't going to help in any way. He's here now safe and sound." He was right. We both look over to the sleeping boys frame in the backseat, he's still passed out. I give him a small 'mhm' as I admire the little angel sleeping carefree huddled up into a little ball.

Namjoon's always going to be my support system. Nomatter what, he makes me better. "I love you."

He racks his hand through the back of my hair. It feels nice. "I love you too Jinnie."

"On a different note, what happened to you that night?" I look up at him.

"No idea what you're talking about." He says quickly avoiding eye contact.

"You dummy, you were drunk and woozy saying a bunch of dumb shit."

"Hey! It wasn't dumb, I was being honest."

"So you do remember being horny as hell and climbing all over me?" I ask.

He gives me a doubtful look. I know he remembers and I know he's shying away from it.

I shake my head.
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To be continued

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Song recommendation: Midsummer madness - 88RISING (ft. Joji & Rich Brian & Higher Brothers & AUGUST 08)