Sick

Don't talk to that woman again.

Seokjin's pov

It was nearing night time now and we we're still at the lake. The light was slowly fading leaving only a soft peachy and creamy glow to the sky. Jimin was still asleep in the back and Namjoon was still hugging me from behind. We had sat down on the old concrete road near the water and talked about stuff.

I believe in talking to get your stress out, it helps and Namjoon is such a great listener. He offers suggestion, always brings my spirits up and knows what to say tge majority of the time, even when I rant about stupid things. I like to think we help each other in a sence.

Currently I was in between his legs, sat comfortably with my hands on his tighs that were propped up. He releases a calm breath and so do I. This was what I enjoyed.

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"Papa?" I hear from behind me coming from the car. Looks like Jimin's awake.

"Yes baby? We're outside, come out."

I hear the sound of the door opening and the slaps of Jimin's sandals against the road. He walks round to the both of us and blinks his eyes a few time. He was slowly waking up again and looked absolutely adorable. The hair on his head was messy and his face was scrunched up.

He lazily walks closer towards us holding his arms out. I knew what he wanted; a hug.

He finally makes his way to me and hugs me loosely. Such a clingy baby.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Mhm.... I'm hungry."

Namjoon chuckles from behind me. "What do you want to eat then Jimin?" He asks.

As he thinks for a moment he sits between my folded legs and spreads his little feet to the side. "I want pizza!"

Namjoon thinks for a minute. "What do you think papa? Should we go out for pizza?"

"I think it's a great idea."

Half an hour later we're sitting in a small pizza joint. Jimin was once again hyped. He was jumping out of his seat and getting impatient. I tried to calm him down but it was useless.

After ordering we waited for our drinks. They came shortly afterwards. I had ordered Sprite and Namjoon, a coke. Jimin opted for a large strawberry milkshake that I doubt he'd finish.

After a few minutes or so our drinks arrive. It's a different waitress. As I examine her face a nostalgic feelings creeps up my spine. Her blond hair and petite figure give it away.

"Here are you're drinks. Enjoy." She says.

Im about to call out to her but Jimin beats me to it.

"Papa it's the lady from the bus! Hi!" Jimin waves excitedly holding out his other hand to shake it.

She looks up and smiles. "Oh!"
"Oh hello again." She says softly slowly realising who we were.

"Hi, so you work here?" I ask.

"Oh, yes. For a few months now." She giggles.

I look over at Namjoon, he has a confused expressions plastered on his face but he's still smiling.

"Oh Namjoon this is um.."

"Park Da-hyun." She pitches in extending her hand out and bowing slightly.

"Yes sorry, we met in the bus. And this is my husband Kim Namjoon."

"Nice to meet you as well." She says looking at Namjoon for a particularly long time. Her gaze lingers for a second too long to be normal. Her smile was too bright to be normal in that moment.

"Likewise." Namjoon says.

"Well, I have to head back to work, it was nice to see you again. And you too Jimin!" She says brightly dabbing his nose with her index finger making him giggle before disapearing to wait another table.

I look over to Namjoon. He's smiling as he sips his drink.

I point a finger at his. "Don't talk to that woman again."

"Uh? What?"

"You heard me."

The confused expression on his face is too priceless. After a second he starts chuckling. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He says between chuckles.

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To be continued

Thank you for reading. I appreciate you all.

Song recommendation: We don't talk together : Heize - (Feat.Giriboy) (Prod. SUGA)