5. Time with baby tiger

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"Where is my baby tiger??~" Jungkook sang as he entered his parents' house. Junha ran over with a toy car in his hand and a huge smile on his face. His eyes literally sparkled as he saw his father. He ran right into his father, who had knelt down with his arms wide open. 

"Aigoo, my baby" Jungkook said as he lifted his son and walked in. He settled on the couch and made Junha stand on his thighs. "So what did you and Grandma do?" he asked, receiving a smack from his mother. "I told you not to call me Grandma!" she said. "Mom! He is my son, so he is your grandson. Face it! You are old enough to be a grandmother!" Jungkook exclaimed.

"Shut up, I am not! I am liter-" their bicker got cut off as they got distracted by cute little giggles. Junha was enjoying their bicker a bit too much. "Eyy, you understood that? What did you understand, huh? What did you understand?" Jungkook asked as he placed his face on Junha's stomach and shook it a bit. 

Junha giggled more as Jungkook kept tickling him with his face. Junha tried to pull Jungkook's hair, but Jungkook suddenly blew a raspberry on Junha's stomach, leaving the poor boy in a laughing mess. "Here" Jungkook's mother handed him a plate of fruits. "Thank you" he said and took it, feeding his son and eating a few bites himself. 

"So tell me what did you and Grandma do?" he asked and thus Junha began his story once again in his own language. Jungkook gave exaggerated reactions that had nothing to do with what Junha was actually saying. But Junha was satisfied with those reactions. In fact, those reactions made him say more and more. And Jungkook sat there and listened to everything that his son had to say without getting bored for a single second. 

"Stay for dinner" his mother suddenly shouted from the kitchen. "Nah, I have pancake batter back at home" Jungkook shouted back. "Use that for breakfast tomorrow. Stay for dinner" she said. 

Jungkook thought for a while. He had nothing better to do at home other than playing with his son. He was playing with him in his parents' house, anyway. "Okay" he yelled back.

"Where is my sweet little grandson??~" his father sang as he walked in, removing his shoes and placing them in the rack. Junha got up and shrieked as he ran to his grandfather. His grandfather chuckled and picked him up. 

"I can never get enough of him" he said as he sat down next to Jungkook. He looked at the floor where ten different types of toy cars were spread out. Two of them were missing their wheels while one of them was missing its door. 

"Come here. Let's play" he said as he took one of the cars. "Dad! Go and change at least! I don't want you to pass all sorts of germs to my son" Jungkook said. 

"Okay, okay" his father said as got up and Jungkook caught him mumbling something about 'acting as if he is the only one who raised kids'. He chuckled and returned his attention towards his son, who was silently playing with one of the detached wheels. 

"Okay, mom. Bye, dad. Good night. Junha, say Good Night to them" Jungkook said as he poked his son, who was starting to doze off in his arms. 

Junha cutely raised his hand and placed it on his forehead. He smiled at them with drooping eyes. "Aigoo, good night, honey! Now go, he is getting sleepy" she said, pushing his son towards his car. "Yeah, yeah, bye. Bye, dad. Good night"

He placed Junha on the passenger's seat and put the seat belt around him even though he knew that Junha was too small for the seat belt to actually hold him in. He started the car and placed his hand on Junha instead of putting it on the gear and drove back home. He carried his sleeping son home and placed him on the bed before going into the bathroom to shower. 

He realized that he carried more germs than his father and decided to put a few sets of clothes in his parents' house so that he could shower after coming back from college. He came out and changed Junha's clothes and switched off the lights before getting under the covers with him. 

He took his phone out to check his messages. There were tons of messages in his friends' group, the last one being from his cousin, Min Yoongi. The group contained of him, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and Namjoon's husband Seokjin. 

The group had originally contained Yugyeom as well, but after growing far and far, Yugyeom stopped interacting with them in the group and after a few months, he left it. 

They hadn't known about Namjoon's crush on someone who worked in a cafe. They had no idea about their relationship until Namjoon dropped the bomb of getting engaged on them. 

He added him to the chat and told them about getting married after three months. Everyone except Jungkook attended the marriage as he had problems of his own back then. 

Hoseok was a cheerful person who worked along with Jimin in the dance studio. Jimin had become quite close to him and had thus introduced him to them and had added him to the chat after hanging out for a few times. 

The gist of the messages were that Seokjin's younger brother had finally moved in with him as he got a job in Seoul. He wanted everyone to come to his house for dinner that Friday so that all of them could spend some time together and get to know each other. Everyone except Jungkook had accepted it and the last message was from Yoongi, asking him if he and his son were still alive. 

"Yeah, yeah, we are alive, geez! I can't come" Jungkook sent and the response was almost immediate. Most of them were a 'Why??' while Jimin sighed in relief that Jungkook and his son were still alive. 

"I can't leave Junha for so long" Jungkook typed back. "Who is asking you to leave him? Bring him. Our house has toys too" Jin replied. 

"Ohh. Why do you have toys??" Jungkook asked. "We'll explain that this weekend. So just come with Junha" Namjoon said. "Okay" Jungkook said, receiving a 'yayyyy' from Jimin and Hoseok, who loved babies to death. 

Jungkook sighed before switching his phone off and snuggling into the blanket. He brought Junha closer to him before falling asleep. 












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