ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where the issue is resolved (JJK)

🌺Jungkook is working as this happens

Joy stands before the gas stove, adding the last of her ingredients for her fried rice. She had woken up two hours prior, having started some chores until her son woke up. At the moment, the two year old sat quietly in the sitting room, watching tv. Joy had asked him if he'd wanted to do anything else, fearing he watched too much tv. But the boy seemed content where he was, sitting on the floor in front of the large screen.

Briefly she looks back at him, seeing that he was fidgeting with a plush dinosaur, his head down as he studied the textured green toy. Well, Joy supposed he wasn't focused on the cartoons anymore, so she went back to her rice. She scrapes it onto a plate, having made a small, non-spicy serving for her son.

She was about to start cracking a couple of eggs to make the omelet, when she heard tiny bare feet enter the kitchen. She looks down at her son, ready to remind him that he was not supposed to be in the kitchen, and especially not when she was cooking. But she saw his tiny hand on his stomach. She furrowed her brows, "What's wrong baby?"

Her leg is hugged, her baby resting his forehead on her thigh. Well, he didn't feel feverish, at least. Jeonsan whimpers, almost sounding as if he's in pain. He looked a bit hard of breath as well.

Joy sighs, stroking his chocolate curls, "Tell Mommy what's wrong, sweetheart. Are you missing Appa?" She pondered, Jungkook had left that morning to work in the studio, before Jeonsan woke up. She didn't get much of a response, hearing a wispy moan. As she whisked the eggs she looked down at her son again, feeling a little worried that he wasn't responding.

He wasn't very talkative at all, for the most part he was quiet. Joy and Kook have to really work to get words out of him, Sannie just doesn't speak. Joy is concerned, because she knows he can, he just doesn't. He didn't start speaking until he was already a year old, most babies have been gurgling and babbling for months prior to that, but her son didn't really. Any noise he would make was almost a phenomenon.

She sighs as she pours her egg mixture, it sizzles loudly on the pan, Joy evenly distributes it and waits for it to fry a little bit, compacting the rice into a bowl and flipping it onto Jeonsan's plate. She easily peels the omelet from the pan and drapes it over the rice, tucking it neatly.

"Eomma..." she heard a soft voice, it was thicker than usual. She looks down at her baby, who didn't let go of her leg. His tiny hands touch the soft fabric adorned on her slim chocolate legs. "What's the matter, honey? Are you not feeling good?" She cooed.

His face almost looked a bit flushed, but again, he wasn't temperate. Her son bobs his head into her, "Tummy huwts." He murmured.

"Again, baby?" She was concerned, because Jeonsan had said this a few times in the last month. Be it he's hungry or not, he says his stomach hurts. He said it doesn't hurt like it usually does, as though he'd need to be changed, but that it 'feels different'.

She lifts him up onto her hip, grabbing his plate and bringing him to sit down in his booster seat. "Let's try to eat some breakfast, sweetie, maybe you'll feel better." It was hard to know if he was mistaking his pains for hunger, as sometimes these stomach pains of his go away when he eats something. He rests his head on her shoulder, hugging her neck. "Sannie," she cooed, rubbing his back. "Mommy made you omurice, just how you like it."

He whimpers, not pulling from her shoulder. He must not be feeling his best at all, today. But he needed to eat, he had a bottle last night, and so Joy wanted him to eat properly this morning.

She pulls out a chair and sits down with him, he stands on her thighs, squeezing her for comfort. Sannie gets especially clingy when he gets like this, Joy was at a loss on what to do. She can't just give him medicine and hope for the best, he's still a baby.

She scoops a bit of the meal onto her spoon, adjusting her son so that he sits in her lap. He leans onto her, though, gripping her shirt and curling up. Joy brings the spoon to his lips, hearing him whimper. "Can you take a few bites for Mama, baby?" She asked gently. She wasn't one to threaten him, it wasn't in her character to do such a thing to her baby, and it also made Jeonsan panic and start to cry, which just gets them nowhere. At least when she's gentle, he listens. her husband thinks she's too gentle with him.

Jeonsan huffs, resting his head on her bust. Joy sighs, "It could make your tummy better, honey. Don't you want to feel better?" Hearing that, she watches her baby part his plump lips, smiling to herself as he chews the bit she gave him. "Let's eat some more, and if you don't feel better we'll stop, okay?" She whispered.

Jeonsan bobs his head, watching his mother scoop another bit of omurice with his spoon, bringing it towards his lips. Joy can't help smiling to herself, reminded of her baby when he was a helpless infant. She missed breastfeeding him, she had to admit. Unlike some mothers it was a completely enjoyable experience for her, and cradling her son in her lap this way was a pleasant memory.

He nearly finished his food before he started to turn away. His cheeks were full as he chewed, Joy waits for him. "One more bite, baby-"

"No... no Eomma." He begged, throwing his head onto her bust. Joy winced, holding his head in place. "Okay, okay," she rubs his back. "No more, okay? How about we go play? Would you like that?" Her baby shakes his head, swallowing the last of his food.

Joy hums, wondering what could be wrong for him to not want to play. He sinks into Joy, who takes his plate and stands up, deciding to eat the last bit of his food herself. Since Jeonsan wouldn't play, she wouldn't have time to make her own omurice, and so she put the ingredients away with one hand, the other supporting her baby on her hip.

"Do you want some juice, honey?" The most he responded was the slightest turn of his head. Joy huffs, grabbing the juice he liked and starting to pour some into a sippy cup, which Jeonsan doesn't drink from much, the parents have come to find.

She screws the lid tightly, ensuring it wouldn't pop off or that there'd be no spill. She goes to sit with him, lying back on their couch and holding him. To Joy's surprise, Jeonsan reaches for the sippy cup, and held it to his plump lips, before he drank, he mumbled a soft, "T'ank you, Mommy."

She smiles, glad he remembered his manners. He seems relaxed in her arms, lying on her torso with his small body turned toward the tv.