Single Dad | Jeon Jungkook ✔️

02

- JUNGKOOK POV -

"Hey! Apologise to my girlfriend right now," I shout before I can stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"Girlfriend?" The tall male clicks his tongue, looking us both up and down. I take the waitresses hand in mine and give her a soft smile of reassurance. "You moved on quickly I see....and with an older guy who already has a child....how desperate....how pathetic," he laughed as he looked at Jaekuk and snarled.

How dare he insult me and my son! Luckily, Jae was too busy playing a game on my phone that he wasn't listening. "That's rich coming from a cheating imbecile like you," y/n snaps at him and I could see the girl laughing slightly. Y/n faces her and narrows her eyes.

"I don't know why you're laughing, you're as equally as pathetic as him," y/n shrugs. "You're both perfect for each other and you know what? I wish this relationship all the best, because that way no more hearts can be broken," she sarcastically smiles at them before turning away from them and rushes towards what I assume to be the staff room.

The two people in front of me look guilty but then just slowly turned and left the cafe without a word. I sigh, frustrated and walk over to Jaekuk. "Come on Buddy, lets go somewhere," I say, holding out my hand for him to take. "But what about my banana milk?" He pouts. "It'll have to wait okay, now come on."

- Y/N POV -

I run to the staff room to wash off the milk that was definitely going to stain and stink for a while. Tears were endlessly coming out from your eyes. I feel humiliated.

What made them hate me so much that they had to publicly embarrass me like that?....and in front of that good looking guy and his son. But I was grateful for him and his help, if he wasn't there, I would've just broken down in front of them and come across as weak, and I didn't want that.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, you knew who it was so you decided to open it.

The handsome guy appears with his son in his right arm, before putting him on the floor and leaning in to embrace you. I restrain slightly because I didn't want to get his clothes dirty too, but it appears that he doesn't care. I hug him back and cry into his chest.

Normally this would be weird for me, hugging a stranger I barely know, but surprisingly, I feel comfortable and safe, like he won't judge me. For some reason, I'm not afraid to hide my emotions in front of him.

His son doesn't understand what's going on but once he saw his dad hugging me, he clings onto my leg tightly. "You deserve better than them," he whispers in my ear, shivers run down my spine at his deep voice.

I was enjoying the hug until I think about his girlfriend, fiancé or wife that he must have and quickly pull away, noticing that his shirt was covered in milk, transferred off mine. "Oh I'm sorry," you say as you grab a cloth and hand it to him.