chapter twenty two (part one)

                                    

                                          
"remember it was me who ate them..." I whisper in joon's ear and he quickly nods his head, looking at me with wide eyes, giggling quietly.
                          
Jimin comes out of the kitchen, looking furious with empty packages of chocolate in his hands. "why would you let him eat so much chocolate? It's ten! He should be asleep by now but instead, he's got sugar rush!"
                          
I'm sitting in my dinosaur onesie which Joon is wearing its match, also sitting beside me to get scolded by his dad for eating too much chocolate. "I ate them it wasn't him!...and he's just healthy and energetic!"
                          
Jimin rolls his eyes, unamused. "Kook! these are peanut chocolate. You would be dying right now if you ate them!"
                          
I gulp, not expecting him to remember me being allergic to peanuts. He scoffs. "seriously...how old are you? you're supposed to lead him away from doing these things...not encourage him and then lie for him!"
                          
It's another classic weekend; me and joon being scolded for something I should've known better than to let him do. I'm just new to this whole parenting thing and maybe a little weak.
                          
I mean look at joon. he's so cute in my eyes I can't help it when he pleads something.
                          
And I need to get on his good side after being absent for six years. Not the right way but it sure gave fast results. I'm his favorite partner in crime now and I'm content just spending time with him.
                          
Jimin sighs, defeated. "Jungkook you can't win him like this. he needs to be responsible and you need to teach him."
                          
I mumble. "I'm sorry."
                          
"if you are, go tuck him in right now. He's been awake too late."
                          
I nod and stand up, picking joon up with one hand easily. Jimin gasps. "muscle bunny!"
                          
I laugh at him and take a protesting joon to his room. "don't wanna!" he's whining and pulling his puppy eyes on me. I take off his dinosaur onesie, leaving him in his baby blue underwear and a tank top. He giggles and runs under my hands. "you too!" 
                          
I groan but comply. I'm completely whipped.
                          
Since taehyung went back to England for a few weeks to do some projects and take care of his business, I've been staying with them over the weekends and some times taking joon with me to work since jimin needs a break from the chaotic kid and time for his new relationship...and I'm not complaining. It's given me a chance to bond with him.
                          
He looks at me in my boxers with a raised eyebrow. "why are you wearing black? Daddy always wears bright colors."
                          
I laugh out loud, thinking of jimin's embarrassed face if he found out about this conversation. "I like black...does daddy wear pink too?"
                          
He innocently nods, not noticing my evil smirk. He pokes my thighs, thoughtful. "daddy's soft. You're hard." I chuckle at his choice of words and then hit myself mentally for being like this. I need to be a grown-up. Ehem.
                          
"let's go take a quick shower to make you sleepy."
                          
He nods with excitement, running in the bathroom before me. I take off my shirt but before I go after him, the door opens and jimin comes in his cute blue hoodie and white pants. "I brought him milk..."
                          
He looks up and blushes at seeing me only in my boxers. "why...why are you naked?!"
                          
I roll my eyes. "I'm not naked! And we're gonna take a shower.you can leave the milk on the table, he'll drink it after."
                          
He does that and runs out of the room, not sparing me another glance. I chuckle, thinking that he hasn't changed one bit. Still so shy and cute.
                          
Joon takes all of my energy, not letting me wash him or myself properly by running around, poking me. "joon!"
                          
I take him up in my arms and go under the water to rinse us off. He throws his arms and legs around, really testing my patience. I finally wrap him in his blue towel...why is everything blue?!
                          
"wanna play more kookie!" maybe jimin was right about the chocolate.
                          
I put him on the bed, adjusting my towel which was nearly falling with the way he tugged at it with an evil giggle. he practically saw me naked in the shower?! 
                          
I put on both of our pajamas, quickly drying his hair so he wouldn't catch a cold.
                          
He's finally a little calmer, drinking his milk on my lap while I move the towel on his damp hair. "can I call you papa?"
                          
I'm caught off guard but I feel butterflies in my stomach going wild. "of...of course. Anything you like to call me is fine."
                          
He's been calling me kookie till now and it was cute but I kinda liked to hear him call me daddy or papa or something like that.
                          
He nods and puts the empty glass on the bedside table. "can we all sleep together tonight?"
                          
I choke on air. "I don't think daddy would like me to sleep with you two. do you want to go sleep with him?"
                          
He turns to look at me, a frown on his face and a milk mustache on his lips which I wipe with a tissue. "is that why you're not married?"
                          
I choke again. This kid knows too much. what does jimin feed him? I stammer. "well...not every two people who have kids get married. It's normal."
                          
His frown deepens. "but I want you to be married. I want you to live here with us."
                          
I can't help cooing at him. "oh baby...I'm so happy you feel that way but it's not possible. Me and your daddy are not together and never will."
                          
He pouts, looking away and becoming silent. I sigh and stand up, taking the empty cup with me. I see jimin sitting comfortably on a couch, reading a book. He looks up when he hears the door close. "is he asleep?" he's smiling...so beautiful. How could I lose this?
                          
I'm over him but he's such a sight I lose my shit every time.
                          
"not yet. He wants us all to...sleep together." His smile falls and he seems to be in thought. "I'm fine with it if you are."
                          
My mouth drops open. I expected him to shove the book in my ass. He rolls his eyes at my reaction. "my baby is gonna be between us. No funny business."
                          
I pout. "he's our baby. He said he wants to call me papa." I puff my chest with pride at my second sentence and he giggles. "good for you. remember how scared you were?" he stands up. "I'm gonna get ready for bed and join you in a minute."
                          


                          


                          


                          
hi beautiful people! in case you need a reminder, here it is though the quality of the pic sucks:
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
great movie to watch especially these days. good messages too like the one you just saw. never let anyone make you believe anything else.
                          
anyway, my mom thinks I'm weird cause I cried watching the WAB eternal MV today. not my fault they play with my emotions like that.