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CALL OUT MY NAME AND I'LL BE ON MY WAY
got7; JAEBUM
— mpreg
DAYS HAD GONE QUICKER, AS IF THE SUN WAS GRABBED ONTO AND HIDDEN FOR THE WORLD TO TURN DARKER. Winter did that to the world. Instead of summer days that whisked away people's hair and gave the ocean the perfect temperature to swim in, winter took the heat waves and turned them into freezing air. The cold season coated the earth with white snow which left the ground a beautiful yet cold blanket.
"DADA! I HAVE BOOBOO!"
Turning around, (Y/N) saw his child sitting on the wooden floor. His brown eyes were glossed over with tears and his lips were sat in such a pretty pout. Black hair that was styled as a bowl-cut covered his small forehead while his chubby cheeks were painted a permanent pink.
"And you caused that because you decided to not follow Papa's orders and continue running around."
(Y/N) flickered his eyes to the person who had just spoken.
A male, who looked to be around his mid-twenties, was leaning against the doorway. He wore a set of black pajamas, resembling the look of someone who had just gotten out of bed. With a nose that had a perfect arch, with a bone structure that just so happened to be inspired by marble sculptures, with lips that were as soft as the fabric of silk, he was a beautiful view to see at the strike of dawn.
"No! I no do that Papa! I good boy!"
(Y/N) looked down at the three year old boy who was facing his other father. He noticed just how much his son was a replica of his husband. A small smile crept on his lips just by seeing how beautifully innocent his little boy was.
"Oh? Is that true? Because I know that good boys listen to their Papa's and Dada's orders and you don't which isn't something a good boy would do." Said male suddenly gazed up to (Y/N) and sent him a wink.
Realizing what his husband wanted from him, (Y/N) cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips.
"I guess he isn't your sweet little angel anymore."
The little boy let a gasp escape his plump lips.
"I good boy! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy!" The boy got up from the floor and waddled his way to his Papa.
Jaebum scooped up his baby and littered his face with kisses. The child let out giggles of pure excitement, squirming in his Papa's hold.
"Ah! I guess you are right! You're the best little boy there is!"
Continuing to give the boy kisses upon kisses, Jaebum left the room to go give their baby a snack.
Seeing as though both of them left, (Y/N) let out a heavy breath. He always felt anxious when they were around.
(Y/N) FELT AS IF HIS DAYS OF LIVING WERE TOO LONG —TOO STRETCHED OUT TO THE POINT OF NO END. He wanted the ticking clocks to halt; to seize all seconds, minutes, and hours to come.
He wanted to die. To fall into the never ending sea and just let the water drown his lungs. He hated having to take care of the son that was forced upon him. He despised being in the same house as the man who ripped him away of his freedom and forced him into a relationship he didn't want.
He wanted to take his own life more than anything in the world, but he just couldn't do that. Because even when the outside world was changing into the alluring season that was winter, his life was becoming worst with every drop of a snowflake.
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catch boys by their toes
Horror( i made sure i held you close to me ) perhaps you have this certain thing that makes people yearn, yet you never seem to reciprocate those feelings. why is that? ... they want to know.
