ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ | ɴᴀᴍᴊɪɴ 🍼

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~Flashback~

Jin was just an innocent, mindless little baby, with chubby, squishy cheeks. Shimmery, puffy eyes, and a pair of the cutest, tiniest lips that made anyone go crazy over him.

He loved to play with everything that he could get his little hands on. His puffy eyes often squinted in the cutest way whenever he would giggle, stealing the hearts of many of his family members.

His mother was always cuddling him and giving him all of the love and affection he could ever receive.

But his father on the other hand, was less affectionate towards him, and didn't show him as much affection as his mother did. He would often scold him for even the simplest of things.

And his mother, who was a victim at the time, would stand by and watch her son get mercilessly scolded by his father. She never did anything, because her husband would hit
her and treat her with disrespect.

So, she would either stay hidden and act as though she were a bystander, or beg her husband to stop hurting their baby, while getting beaten by the man as well.

Baby Jinnie no longer smiled, or giggled as sweetly as he used to. His nerves were severely affected by his father's abusive behavior towards him, and that would sometimes lead the poor baby to awaken with nightmares, screaming and crying, while awaiting for his mother's embrace.

But late at night, whenever he would be screaming his lungs out, crying, his father would be the one to enter the nursery room, and scold him loudly for complaining at night.

The baby grew up too afraid to even babble, or crawl. His worst punishments were when his father kicked at his tiny legs, when he found him crawling at four months of being born. The adult had been expecting the baby to be walking already, and was tired of seeing him crawling all over the floor.

And when he began to kick him, he started to get bruises all over his tiny, fragile legs. Not long after that, Baby Jinnie attempted crawling on the floor again, but he couldn't. His legs would wobble too much, and he couldn't hold himself up properly any longer, since he had lost strength in his knees.

When his mom took him to the pediatrician, he told her that Jin needed to get therapy to speed up his process of walking, but when he questioned her about the bruises he had, she lied and told him that the baby had been kicking himself with his crib, at night.

It took him almost a year to walk. Even after he was put in the Orphanage, he always experienced trouble when it came to running around like the other smaller children around him.

One day, it was September 12, the day of his father's birthday, and they were celebrating it by cutting into a beautifully decorated cake. Jin's tiny fingers were coated with the savory flavor of the delicious, sweet frosting that dripped down from the cake.

"Honey, don't let the baby stick his fingers in the cake. He already ruined the design, look at how crooked the words look now." Not long after Baby Jinnie had taken a savory lick of the frosting, his dad was already complaining about him, saying that he had ruined the cake by erasing part of the fancy designs the cake baker had created with the frosting.

"I'm sorry, Jinnie didn't know any better." His mother replied to her- now annoyed- husband, who was growing frustrated by the minute. He was highly temperamental and at times, he became explosive with his family.

Especially towards his wife and his only son, Jin. However, today had been a very special day for him, and he was smiling more than usual. This brightened up his wife's mood, as well as their baby.

Jinnie had been energetic since this morning, when he woke up, which was very unusual for him, but his mom was very happy, seeing how adorable her chubby baby was acting.

And now, they were trying their best to spent quality time with the man that they respected and learned to love, despite his flaws.

"Jinnie, are you going to help Appa blow out the candles?" His mom spoke sweetly to her baby, earning a soft giggle from him. The giggle made her tear up, since she knows how much he has had to endure, living with such an abusive father.

But in her eyes, she learned to see through her husband's abuse, and accepted him, the way he was.

"Come on, Seokie, Seokie. Let's blow them out." His father was smiling at his son one minute. . . And harming him the next. Baby Jinnie was so overwhelmed with so many colorful balloons around him, and other cute decorations, that he was lost staring at them.

He let out an excited, high-pitched squeal, and pushed the cake down. As the sweet, tasty cake collided against the plain, wooden floor, the baby's eyes widened when his father retreated the palm of his hand far back, while his mother held it back, begging him not to hurt their baby.

"NO! Stop, please don't do it!" And the last thing Baby Jinnie felt was the excruciating pain of his father's beating when his soft, fragile face was left with red and purple bruises as his father felt his hand starting to sizzle from how roughly he had whipped his son.

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"I... I'll be good... I'll be good!" Jin woke up in a cold sweat, staring at Namjoon, who was sat down beside him, along with Minji.

"M- Mommy Minji?" He shivered severely, staring at the concerned couple.

"Jinnie, are you okay? You were having a nightmare, sweetie." The woman spoke, holding onto Jin's hands. They were freezing, not to mention how shaky they were.

"J- Jinnie.. O- o- okay... J...Jinnie have n- nightmare." Jin was so nervous, he couldn't even speak properly. His speech was completely distorted, as his broken voice echoed throughout the small room.

Namjoon and Minji both hugged him, and stayed with the boy for a while, telling him funny stories about themselves when they were younger, making him laugh, and keeping him distracted so that he could forget those sour memories and go to sleep with something else in his head.

And soon enough, the child started to yawn, curling up in his bed. Minji and Namjoon smiled at the boy, while getting up from the bed to leave him to rest.

"Sleep well, Jinnie." But as Namjoon stayed behind when Minji left, he felt a soft hand grip onto his wrist, preventing him from catching up to his wife, while she waited for him.

"S... Stay with me.. D- don't go, Appa Joonie."

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