Namjoon is 19, and his son is 4
Namjoon POV
"Daddy!" Yoongi squeals.
"Hey, sweetheart!" I lift my son up. "Were you well behaved for your grandma?"
"Yes, daddy. Yoonie was good." He giggles. "Missed you!"
"I missed you too, kitten!" I grin. "Now let's go home, hmm?"
"B-But ice cweam." He pouts. I smile at his cuteness.
"We'll stop for ice cream too." I chuckle.
"Yay!" He grins. I smile softly as we start to walk to the ice cream parlor.
I had Yoongi in my sophomore year of high school, when I was fifteen. His dad didn't stick around, and left us while I was pregnant with my adorable son. But I wouldn't trade him for the world.
"Daddy, look!" Yoongi points to the ice cream parlor. "Here!"
"Yes, we're here." I grin. "Now listen. We need to be quiet in here, okay? Use your inside voice."
"Yes, daddy." He nods. I lead him into the small shop.
"Do you want to order yourself?" I ask. He nods quickly.
"Hello, what can I get for you two?" A man smiles. My eyes widen at his perfect facial features. God, he's beautiful.
"W-What do you want, sweetheart?" I look down at my son. He scrunches his nose up in concentration.
"P-Pink!" He exclaims.
"Lower your voice, please." I ruffle his hair.
"Sowwy. Pink pwease." He says.
"So, strawberry?" The man asks. I glance down at his name tag. Seokjin.
"Yes, please." I nod. "Preferably in a bowl."
"Okay. And for you?" Seokjin asks.
"Oh, nothing for me." I say.
"C'mon, you gotta have something. It's ice cream!" He grins.
"Daddy gots ta get ice cweam too!" Yoongi says.
"Okay, okay." I grin. "Chocolate please."
"On a cone?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yes please." I say.
"Dada, look! Hyungwon!" Yoongi points to one of his friends from preschool. His school is only open Monday through Wednesday.
"You can go sit with him if you want to. But stay where I can see you." I say.
"Yay!" He runs off with his ice cream.
"Thanks. How much was it?" I ask.
"Free." Seokjin shrugs.
"I'm not taking this for free, how much was it?" I ask.
"Stubborn, hmm? It's free." He smirks. "I refuse to take your money. But I will take something else as payment."
"I swear to god, if you're talking about sex I'm going to kill you." I narrow my eyes.
"God no!" His eyes widen. "No, I'm not that kind of person. Your phone number."
"Oh. Sorry." I blush. "Um....sure. Here."
"Hey, how old are you?" He asks. "You look young."
"Nineteen." I smile slightly.
"That boy, is he your son?" Seokjin tilts his head.
"Y-Yeah, he is." I say. "I had him when I was fifteen."
"Well....I think you're doing a pretty good job, with raising him. He's a sweet boy." Seokjin grins. "I'll see you around...."
"Namjoon." I say, passing him my phone number. "I'll be waiting for a text."
