Sunshine and Citylights || JJK•PJM

9 : Son's Thought

Taehyung was extremely excited when he saw Jungkook in the driver seat. "Papa, is that a man who drove us from Namsan Tower to restaurant?", he asked as he pointed at the other man, eyes sparking so bright with eagerness.

Jimin just smiled a little as he dragged his son in to the taxi, quickly whispered, "yes, Taehyung. Please sit properly, ok?"

The little boy nodded eagerly and sat in silence while his eyes looking outside the window as he hummed softly and pretended to not listen to the adults conversation.

"So we're going to Namjoon hyung's house?", Jimin began.

Jungkook who drove the taxi but eyes keep looking back through the rear view mirror only to admiring how handsome Taehyung was nodded, "yes", he then slowly put a warm smile, "no soju, no drunk, no dirty joke. Everything's clean".

The older nodded and wrapped his hands around the tiny boy, softly stroking his hair and said , "Taehyung, please greet Mr. Jeon in the front, he's my old friend from Seoul. He'll going to be in the same reunion as us". It was hard and hurt when Jimin had to introduced his biological father as 'an old friend' only to hiding the real status, seeing how Jungkook's face fell in a second but tried hard to still look so pleasent in front of his one and only son he had, "he's a good guy".

Taehyung grinned cheekly and bowed through the rear view mirror, politely greeted and introduced himself as he a very good boy in a school, "hello, Mr. Jeon. I'm Taehyung, nice to meet you. Thanks for driving my father and me again".

Jungkook smiled back, had an urge to hugged him tight and embraced him with his love.

Shit, Jungkook, it's been three years. Three fucking years. Taehyung must had known him, he was seven when the divorce ruined their lives. Seven wasn't that young to not remember anything. Jungkook didn't know what Jimin did until his lovely son seemed to forget how his father's face looked like. "We are old friends. Friends supposed to be like that right? Kind and good".

Taehyung nodded quickly and chanted yes yes yes, "Papa teaches me everyday to always be a good boy and do good things to our friends. Friends are important he said".

"Do you have friends, Taehyung?"

"Yes, i have a lot of friends. They love me. But they don't speak Korean, they speak Spanish".

He pretended he didn't know, "you talk in two languages?"

"Yes", Taehyung proud of himself, "i talk Korean in home but Spanish in school".

And for the rest of the trip, Jungkook asked him about how's his life as Taehyung with his big eyes and wide smile answered excitedly.

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(Taehyung's POV)

I'm not stupid. Of course i remember everything. 3 years my life has been so messed up and i can't blame everyone. I can't blame my dad, even the driver who drives us now.

He's Jeon Jungkook, my other father. I know him, i remember him. I was used to call him as Daddy.

All the efforts my Papa has been done, for everything he has tried to brainwashed me, for the whole three years. He can't do that to me. He can't make me forget my Daddy in that way, telling me everyday that Daddy has gone, in a weird way. Went to moon and never come back. Oh i swear, i'm smart and i can see the scenes that happened in my family.

Money was the problem. Papa was extremely need money for me and Daddy was just too clumsy to let his job dissapeared. They went to a big fight in the house when they thought i fell asleep,but literally i saw all the scenes. Papa slapped Daddy, cursed at him about how he so stupid and dumb. Papa threw things on the floor, shattered everything he could see and made the marble tiles scratched, even Daddy had bloods on his cheek.

I cried, silently. Hiding in my room, trying to not hear anything they said. Papa was mad, very very mad, and Daddy did not do anything unless tried to make him calm. Daddy loved Papa so much but it seemed like Papa didn't do the same.

The day after that Papa dragged me out along with out suitcases, telling me that he would take me out to a big vacation.

Barcelona, Spain. So far away. The reason why Daddy didn't get along was he needed to go to moon. Weird excuse. But i was seven and i believed everything he said.

I realised when i was nine that for the years i had spent my time with him, he tried to brainwashed me. Saying i have no Daddy to my friends, saying the one man in the house i used to live was not my father, saying everything is good. He always told me and forced me to believe that he was good at parenting me, he forced to repeat back that he was a good father ever and kiss his cheek whenever i feel like i love him. He always told me that i actually never met my real other father.

I love him, of course, but only in the general way.

Everything he said was a lie. He was not good at parenting me, i actually have a daddy in South Korea, and everything is not good since Daddy and Papa got divorce. The man in house i used to live was my real daddy and i absolutely didn't forget how he looked like. Handsome, cool, strong jaw, but it was love whenever someone looks in his eyes. But me, being a nice boy, always try to look like i'm that innocent. Believig his words, believing i never meet yet my father before.

For real, Park Jimin was the worst father for me. He acted in public like he cared at me.

No. He's selfish. He just thinks about himself and always be like that.

And i don't know how to deal with everything now.

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