Pained (Jungkook BTS werewolf Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Bold speech in Korean

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(Y/N) POV

My heart was racing. How was it possible that we had ended up at the same location within the same time span? It was one in a million and that made it all the more jarring. Taking a calming breath I took a glance at Yumi in my mirror only to see her looking at me curiously.

My breath caught momentarily before I put a small smile on my face. 'Everything okay baby?' I asked lightly. She didn't respond right away but carried on staring. I focused back on the road.

'What wrong?' She asked simply, her eyes slightly glossy again as she looked worried. Mentally cursing but also proud that my daughter was so perceptive I took another brief glance at her.

'I'm okay honey, just tired and hungry for dinner!' with a bit more excitement forced into my tone and a bigger smile. I sent her a cheeky wink. Seemingly thinking over my answer, she hummed before nodding her head in approval.

'I get sad too when I hungry.' she vocalized. 'We should be quick so you can be happy quicker!'

My daughter was an angel. 

It was official. 

Taken about with how I created and raised such a lovely girl; a more genuine smile overcame my features and I responded to her positively before putting on the radio for some background noise. (Secretly hoping Yumi wouldn't want to listen to the Disney CD again as it was beginning to get repetitive.) Dissolving into a steady train of thoughts that weren't as anxious as before.

Realistically speaking it was unlikely that after a brief glance (though at the time it felt like eternity) that I would have been recognized by Jungkook. Especially whilst wearing the hat and glasses. This thinking gives me a slight bit of solace and easing my anxieties further.

That being until I thought about how Kay, my closest friend and arguably the closest thing I had to family other than Yumi, turned out to be the Mate to Hoseok. The one who I will have to no doubt come in contact with thus ripping down the sense of ease I was beginning to build up.

Even if I weren't to come in contact with Jungkook in person to start, there was no doubt in my mind that Hoseok would spill the beans to the Maknae as soon as he found out and that didn't seem ideal. At all. Kookie was still only 20 years old and the group's popularity was at an all time high. It would be shocking and career shattering if he were to find out that he had a daughter.

She could try and avoid Kay introducing, or reintroducing I should say, myself to Hoseok but as we were so close, it would be weird never to meet her significant other. I felt rattled again. Trying to suppress the onslaught of thoughts for now, I focused on solely driving home and cleared my mind of anything else.

After the hour long drive, Yumi was out cold and lightly snoring in her sleep. As I parked the car, I decided to leave the stroller in the car for now and just grabbed my keys and bag before collecting my snoozing daughter from her car seat. She stirred lightly and I debated whether I should wake her up now or wait until I had prepped her dinner and risk her struggling to fall asleep at her regular bedtime.

Carrying her to the entrance of the apartment complex I smiled at the front desk worker, a lovely lady in her early 30's who demanded I call her Eonni lest she feels old. She had experience as a bouncer and packed a lot of muscle in her unassuming frame. In the pleasant chats we have from time to time she proudly talks about her 10 year old son and doting husband. It was adorable to hear though off putting in the respect that I felt slightly envious. I generally brush that off due to how nice she was. Although, without fail she would bring up that she's still young at heart and as long as she was still kicking, she should be treated as such.

Looking at the clock behind her I realized her shift would be ending in about one hour before the gentleman of the night shift security took over. I wished her a pleasant evening before heading to the elevator. After readjusting Yumi on my hip, I pressed on my floor and leaned my back lightly against the mirrored wall of the elevator. Watching the numbers slowly climb I got off on level 3. There were two more floors above ours, and three below including ground level. I pushed off the wall, again readjusting my daughter and heading to my apartment number 404. There was 4 apartments on every floor except the ground floor which only had two to account for the front desk and male area.

Carefully, I took out my key from my hand one handed before slotting it into the door, failing twice before finally being able to open it. I kicked off my shoes before sliding on my house slippers. Quickly I realized that I would have to take off Yumi's shoes inside the apartment as I had nowhere to place her. I shuffled to the sofa and gently placed her down before taking off her shoes and returning to the entrance of the apartment. I neatened my own shoes and hers before returning to wake her up. I put on an educational children's show before giving her gentle nudges to wake her up.

She woke up with bleary hands before releasing a mighty yawn with a cute stretch. She made a grabbing gesture with her hands towards me so I quickly picked her up for a big cuddle, spinning her around and receiving a giggle in return. Placing her on my hip again I gave her a big smile.

"I'm going to make dinner. We're going to have Gaeran Mari (rolled egg omelette), okay?" I asked the bleary eyed girl. She rubbed her eyes before nodding in understanding. I put her down asking her to watch the show or to play so she won't have an issue sleeping later.

I turned to the kitchen area to start preparing the dinner. I had decided on Gaeran Mari  as it was quick, easy and filling. It was almost 17:00 (5pm) which was close to the typical time I usually made dinner.

Focusing on making some quick side dishes before starting the omelettes which would only take about ten minutes. I buried myself into work before I started thinking about the pressing problem.

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Better late then never, please excuse typos.

*Finger guns while walking backwards into the distance*