Healing Him || P.JM ✔

Chapter 1

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Jimin's pov

"Come on Christian, we need to hurry !!"

"I put my shoes !" He reply back to me on his room, i nod even if he can't see me, while i prepare his bag for school and my own for work.

Its was already 7:50, school start at 8. I  don't need his teacher or principal look at me with those judgemental eyes because we are late... again.

I finish to prepare myself and hurry downstair.
I was about to yell again but i see my son sit in the kitchen, eating his breakfast. Even if he looked adorable with his big dark brown eyes, fluffy black hair, having milk moustache all over his mouth.
But we are late!

"Come on Chris, in the car now !" I said picking the car keys and his jacket, he finished to drink his whole milk in one-shot.

Waiting for him in front of the door he comes toward me, i gave him his jacket and school bag, he opened the door and go to the car. I quickly close the door and walk to the car, i go in and check if Christian put his seatbelt, i put mine and drive toward school.

Of course we came late but the doors are not closed yet, so we can still make it.

"Ok buddy go" I turn my head to him, he gets out to the car, he walked but stop.

I eyed him confused and then he came back running toward the car window.

"What's wrong Chris ? you are already late, come on go" I open the door and he hug me, i was a little bit taken a back, but hug him too.

"I love you dad" He said and my heart soften when i hear him said those words.

" I love you too son, more than anything in this world" I said back meaning each words, he let go and looks at me.

"You know mrs Johansson will call you again, right ?"

I sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, i know. But if someone would wake up the moment i woke up him, we would not be in this situation again"  I said watching him smiling, even if i want scoled him he always find a way to distract me.

this brat

I thought.

"Okay dad, i gotta go see you tonight !"
He ran toward his school waving at me. "Yeah, see you son ! Oh, don't tell Natasha about this. I dont want her to reminds me how bad i am !"

I yelled back to him putting my hands each side of my mouth, i could hear him laugh and then enter his school.

I sigh and then start the car, making my way to work what a morning i thought myself.

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I get to work, i park my car take my belonging and left. I still have to walk a little, i cross the busy streets of New York City. It's still earlier, seeing people hurry to get to work, some sell things to the pedestrians, people on the phone and others just mind they own business well usual day.

I really love this city, its a refresh a new start. Its been 4 years now since i move on here with my son, leaving Seoul was not a easy decision but it was for the best i had to do this. I quickly push the though away its still hard think about it.
I finally arrive to my work place Natasha's dance studio

"She really had to write it that big"

I chuckle to myself, well its Natasha what can we expect. Pushing the door i enter the building, i work here as a dance teacher, choreographer, since i moved here.
In Seoul i was already a dancer but teach was my dream, it was our dream.

Making my way to my locker. I sigh in relief for not seeing Natasha, if she saw me im dead litterally.
Making my way to the employees area opening my locker, i take my other bag where are all my other things, some extra clothes, shoes, empty water bottles and other stuff.
I sit to take off my actual shoes when the door opened.

"Hey Jimin, what's up ?" I looked up and see Jackson come toward his own locker.

"Hi Im good, what about you ?" I saw this familiar smirk on his face and here we go again. "Well, let me tell you that i had the best night ever with a special someone and mmmm that was amazing man. So im particulary happy today- wait no....im great !"

He explained and i rolled my eyes at his explanation. "Good for you man, what was her name again ?"

I said searching for my clothes to change. I knowing to well that he will not remember.

"Uhh...Rachel something" He replied without caring, i look at him with a are-you-serious look.

"What! Look Jimin, after all the things a did to her last night, she will not even remember her own name" He winks at me and i shake my head.

this man really

I met Jackson when i started working here, Natasha introdued us. Jackson  was good looking, taller than me, green eyes.
We arent really that close at the begining, i wasn't talking to anybody than Natasha at first.

He also teach dance, his speciality rumba, he can also do popping, freestyle and slow fox. While im more into hip hop, breakdance, contempory dance, modern dance, i can do a little bit of jive, popping too, duo, group or solo, im on everything. Dancing is really all my life, i dont remember of my childhood without dancing.

"You know Jimin, you really need to have fun and i dont know, one night or two, go and flirt with some girls. It will really help you bro"

"Yeah like go and having sex with some women will make my days better" note the sarcasme

"See you say yourself !"

He pointing at me.

"Come on man, come with me one night you will not regret it. I know all the most lit club and bars in this town. You are handsome, still young and on shape, show that pretty korean face of yours and all the girls will drowning in front of you"

He said while i finish to change myself.
Jackson he's always like that so i dont mind anymore, he's not that bad too he is a white man, he has brownish hair, he got style and workout, women usually look at him.

I know his intention are not bad. He is one of my closest friend here, so i understand him, but i just cant become like him. He knows what happened to me but not all the story.

"Jackson you already know the answer, its still the same for eveytime you ask me out, so listen up No. I have a son man i cant behave like that"

"Fuck Jimin you are 28 years old, your child he 8, he is old enough to understand that his father need to hooked up sometime. For your dick's sake let it go !"

I scoffed, this man really crazy its in moment like this i question our friendship, like seriously. "Jackson--you know what, i dont want to continue this conversation. What the hell man?"

"Well, im just trying to help but i see you are moody like her"

"Her ?" I question with a frown.

"Yeah, Natasha was really crazy this morning. She couldn't find something and then you were late, she speed everyone here, she was evrywhere"

Shit

I completly forgot about Natasha.

"Fuck"

I mumble under my breath but he heard. "Yes man, you have to deal with her before she go berserk on everyone in this studio"

I watch him while he put his shirt on. I stand up closing my locker, sighing.

"Well, let's go then"