I'm A Lil' ( a BTS Littles fic!)(ABANDONED)

52 [ New Found Pain]

Third Person P. O. V

It's a workday for Namjoon,  well actually  more of a work night at the time. Namjoon was at his office sorting out some stuff as, he was the leader of BTS he also had to finish up a demo. Jungkook, being little couldn't ho home by himself so, he waited for SeokJin to finish his singing classes and Namjoon to finish his work. Of course, the staff tried to keep the little entertained,  giving the boy some paper and crayons to draw and color with. After a while the boy finished his drawing and stood up from the bench, looking over to Namjoon's office. He giggled and took the drawing from the table and carefully walked over to his Daddy's office. The boy opened the door, ready with his drawing.

"Daddy 'ook Kookie dwa'-"  Namjoon turned around in his swivel chair 

"Kookie. We taught you to knock, did we not? " He looked awful, dark eye bags under his eyes, his eyes red from exhaustion and hair messy due to him pulling at it in frustration.

"M' sowwy Dada.. But- Kookie dwa' dis for-" Namjoon looked at the boy with beady eyes, making the boy whimper. Namjoon wasn't better he was still sick, a simple thermometer can tell you that. Kookie moved backwards,  slipping on a peice of scrap paper, his back hitting the door making him yelp.

"Wait outside Kookie. " Namjoon said through gritted teeth, Kookie was still trying not to cry from the sharp pain he felt from the metal knob to his back. 

"Dada.. M' back.. " He looked for comfort as he held unto his back. 

"Wait. Out. Side. " He yelled ,  Kookie quickly slipped out of the room closes the door before slidding down to the floor, crying. One of his Staff Noonas noticing and rushing over to the crying boy. 

"Kookie, what's wrong? " Kookie, not able to collect his words opened the back side of his shirt, revealing a hefty sized red mark on his back that's already starting to bruise. 

"Oh Kookie.. " As the Noona was much smaller in size as he is, she couldn't pick him up. 

"Guys! Kookie fell , someone help me pick him up! " She called do  backup, a male staff who had a bigger frame known as Son Sungdeuk came to the rescue, easily picking up the crying boy. He placed Kookie back on the bench, where the staff iced his back and calmed him down. Kookie whimpered and held onto his Dance Teacher, not wanting to let go. He sniffles and nuzzles his face into the The Teacher's side. 

"You okay now? " Jungkook shakes his head wanting to cry just thinking of what happened over the last few minutes. His Daddy, his Main Caregiver, had shouted at him.. For no reason! He didn't understand that Namjoon was tired and hungry, he just thought maybe.. Just maybe.. His daddy didn't love him anymore. 

"Dada yell.. " he whimpers, Tears starting to flow again. Sungdeuk tries to hush the boy, stroking the boy's hair he learnt that it comforts him, due to the fact that he was clumsy and falls alot at practice. 

"I'll stay with you while you wait okay? " Jungkook nods, trying to collect himself.

~ 30 minutes later 

Jungkook found himself watching a cartoon on Sungdeuk's phone. Sungdeuk thought it would be a good idea to let his mind of things and to help him relax. Seemed to be working well anyway.. The red mark had completely bruised over, a large bruise at that. The little layed quietly on the dance teacher's side, immersed in the kids' cartoon. Then he felt another sharp pain right where the bruise was.  he whimpered, but then started crying once more, he looked uo to see who exactly caused the pain. He flinched when he saw his Daddy, scared he might yell again. He cried into his dance teacher's side, Sung deuk trying to help him with the pain. Suddenly he felt a cool patch on his back relieving the pain..