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Seokjin stares at his reflection in the mirror as he removes the foundation from his face.
It’s some time past 8pm, and he can’t wait to go home. He’s been dreaming about his bed for the past five hours or so. The days he has to wake up before dawn and still be on set until the late hours are the hardest for two reasons; one, his body and mind become so physically exhausted Seokjin starts to lose his sense of reality. Two, and more importantly, he feels like his son will forget all about him.
Seokjin throws the cloth in the trash and grabs his phone to see if Jungkook has left him any new messages, but there’s nothing after the picture the babysitter had sent of Beomgyu watching cartoons and falling asleep on the couch two hours ago.
His son must be tucked in bed hugging his favorite bunny pillow right now. Seokjin tries not to hate himself too much for missing normal weekdays such as this one, tells himself it’s his job and it was already super hard to get a lead role after becoming a father without the safety of marriage to keep his name clean. But it’s not always easy.
A knock on his trailer’s door startles him. It’s unusual for someone to come at this hour, but since they’re here, it can only mean one thing.
Seokjin tells them to get in.
“Kim Seokjin-ssi, we need to reshoot the last scene again,” Dahyun says, popping her head inside with an apologetic look on her face. “It won’t take long.”
“It always takes long, though,” Seokjin drawls out, looking at his face, all red from the makeup removal. “We need to put it on again.”
“I’ll ask the makeup team to come right away,” Dahyun says before closing the trailer’s door.
Seokjin takes a deep breath, putting his phone inside a drawer.
“Kim Seokjin-ssi, he’s been asking about you all day long,” Jungkook says as soon as Seokjin unlocks the front door and Beomgyu comes jumping in his direction.
Seokjin opens his arms and picks up his little one, every worry in his mind immediately washed away by the smell of lavender on his son’s hair.
“Appa! Jungkookie-hyung let me make my lunch today!” Beomgyu says, kicking his feet in the air. “We left some for you!”
Jungkook comes closer to where they are at the entrance, black long hair trapped in a bun. He has his usual bunny smile on, and a plushy in his hands. The earrings he normally sports are nowhere to be seen, and Seokjin kinda wants to ask why, but maybe that would be too weird.
“Made your food all by yourself?” Seokjin asks, dragging his eyes away from Jungkook to look back at his son. “What did you cook?”
“Not all by himself,” Jungkook corrects in the firm tone he uses on Beomgyu to express authority, but not too much of it. It was one of the main things that made Seokjin want to hire him as a babysitter; Jungkook manages to have a pulse without being mean to a child that is not his, and sadly, that is not common. “We made jajangmyeon.”
Seokjin feels his mouth water, embarrassingly realizing he hasn’t eaten anything all day.
“Did you have dinner yet, Kim Seokjin-ssi?”
“No…” Seokjin puts Beomgyu on the floor and the little guy grabs the plushy from Jungkook’s hand before running back to the living room and to his favorite thing; the TV. “I had a scene in a restaurant today, so I ate a little, but it wasn’t that good.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue, pointing towards the kitchen. “We did leave some for you, then, so please, eat it. It’s good, I promise. My eomma’s recipe.”
Seokjin follows him, hands inside the pockets of his slacks. He’s so tired, exhausted, truly, and all he wants to do is lay on his bed. But he does have to eat, and he wants to spend at least the end of the evening with his son.
He watches as Jungkook takes the jajangmyeon from the fridge and makes a motion to go heat it up.
“That’s not your job, Jungkook-ssi,” Seokjin reminds him for what feels like the millionth time. “You only need to take care of Beomgyu, I’m a big boy.”
Jungkook places the food inside the microwave and gives him a look, shrugging his shoulders.
“I’m just heating up food, Kim Seokjin-ssi. It’s no big deal. I’ll be on my way in a minute.”
Seokjin decides it’s best not to argue with that, offering the younger man a small bow before taking a seat in one of the counter’s stools and undoing the first two buttons of his shirt. When Jungkook places the bowl in front of him and Seokjin’s nostrils are filled with the delicious smell of black bean sauce, Seokjin has to hold in a pleasing sound.
“Eat well,” Jungkook says. “I’ll say goodbye to Beomgyu, and I’ll see you tomorrow first thing in the morning.”
“Thank you, Jungkook-ssi,” Seokjin says, offering the babysitter one last long look before eyeing his food.
He hears as Jungkook kisses Beomgyu goodnight, and he hears when his son asks if Jungkook can’t sleep there tonight.
“I have to go home, Beomgyu,” Jungkook explains. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“But why do you sleep here sometimes, if this is not your home?” Beomgyu enquiries in an obviously offended tone. “You sleep here with me, too!”
“I do that when your appa is at work, but your appa is home now.”
Seokjin holds his chopsticks a little too tightly. He looks down at his plate, at this delicious food his son and Jungkook made together, and even though he hasn’t really eaten anything today, Seokjin doesn’t feel hungry anymore.
“I’ll miss you,” Beomgyu says, and Seokjin doesn’t have to look to know his son is hugging Jungkook tightly.
“I’ll miss you too,” Jungkook replies sincerely.
Seokjin hears as the front door closes, and when the TV is turned up louder.
“How was your day?”
Seokjin has just taken off his shoes and sat down on the couch with his son’s head on his lap, watching a cartoon on TV.
Jungkook’s gathering all of Beomgyu’s toys sprawled all over the carpet and putting them inside a box.
“It was very tiring,” Seokjin replies, glad to be having a normal conversation. “I bet yours was too.”
Jungkook chuckles, and it’s a pretty sound. Like one of those laughs that just makes you wanna smile too, even if there’s nothing particularly funny being said.
“Your son isn’t a difficult child. I actually enjoy his company immensely.”
Seokjin looks at him for a while; Jungkook has a strong jawline, and thick arms. Does he go to the gym often?
Is that a weird thought to be having about your son’s babysitter?
“I wish I could stay home more often,” Seokjin confesses. “But the drama ends in a month, so I’ll come back to being an annoying presence in your daily lives.”
“You’ve never been an annoying presence, Kim Seokjin-ssi,” Jungkook replies honestly. “You’re actually a pretty funny guy and a great cook.”
Seokjin’s about to say something, even though he’s not sure what, but Jungkook stands up straight, shaking his head and clearing his throat.
“I should go.”
Seokjin almost tells him to stay. He enjoys Jungkook’s company immensely, too.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Beomgyu,” he says, but the kid’s fast asleep on Seokjin’s lap. Jungkook turns to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, too, sir.”
Seokjin nods, not sure he enjoys being called sir by Jungkook. It feels like they should be speaking informally to each other already, even if Jungkook’s his employee.
“See you tomorrow, Jungkook-ssi.”
It’s Friday night and Seokjin left the studio early. That never happens, so he’s enjoying his time with Beomgyu on the living room floor, painting a butterfly while his son paints a farm.
Jungkook’s in the kitchen cooking them dinner even though Seokjin insisted he could go home multiple times.
I’m on the clock , he said. Besides, I like to cook .
Both of them know that when it comes to the kitchen, at least, Seokjin is the ace between them, but he can’t complain about the extra time he gets to spend with Beomgyu. So, he looks over at the kitchen on occasion, smiling to himself at Jungkook’s concentrated stare at the cooking book.
After an hour has passed and Beomgyu has given up on painting the farm (now very entertained with a game on Seokjin’s phone), the actor stands up and walks over to the kitchen.
“Need any help?”
“I can do it,” Jungkook replies as he stirs a pot and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the other hand. “I cook everyday.”
“Apparently, not this dish.”
Jungkook glances at him for a second before looking back at the sauce.
“I wanted to cook something different for you and Beomgyu to eat tonight, it’s rare for you two to have any meal together.”
Seokjin’s heart does a thing he doesn’t know how to name and is scared to even try. He just stands there, with his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants, staring at this beautiful human, doing his best to cook him and his son dinner.
“Thank you, Jungkook-ah,” he whispers. “But I would really love to help, if you allow me to.”
Jungkook seems to think about it, glancing at Seokjin two more times before nodding.
“Alright, but I’m the chef, you’re just assisting me, Kim Seokjin-ssi.”
Seokjin chuckles.
“That sounds fair, Jeon Jungkook-ssi.”
Jungkook has been a blessing ever since Seokjin hired him a year ago.
The custody battle for his son wasn’t easy, and Seokjin made a lot of fucked up headlines for it. The scandals kept piling up, and it appeared as if his career was over. Still, during the months it took for him to finally be granted full time custody of Beomgyu, all Seokjin wanted was for his son to be okay.
So, he spent the next year at home, taking care of his baby. He was there to see Beomgyu’s first steps, first words, first solid food. He had enough money to be a stay at home dad with no problem at all. The bad wind passed, and he started making headlines for being a good father, and also for not acting anymore.
When will he come back to acting?
Was Wind Flower the last K-Drama Kim Seokjin will ever make?
Are producers not offering ACE Kim Seokjin roles because he is now a single dad?
And although those did bother him a little, it’s not why he decided to come back.
To put it simply, Seokjin missed acting, and he didn’t want his career to end or for his son to grow up with a father who no longer had passions or dreams.
But he didn’t want to leave his son all day long with a stranger, or someone he couldn’t fully trust. So imagine Seokjin’s surprise when his high-school’s best friend’s little brother Jungkook, who had just moved to Seoul, offered himself for the job.
He didn’t look the part at all, with his arm sleeve, piercings and laid back style. Maybe other people would have been too conservative to let a guy full of tattoos care for their child, but Seokjin thought Jungkook was cool from the moment they met, and he knew Jungkook was good with kids from the moment he introduced him to Beomgyu.
Seokjin doesn’t know when exactly he started to think I’m going home to see Beomgyu and Jungkook , but now that he’s on his way, he realizes it’s not the first time the thought has occurred to him. Is that normal? Probably, right? Jungkook is always there when he gets home, anyway. He’s always there with a bright smile even when his eyes give away how tired he is. And he always greets Seokjin with kind words, asks about his day and if he’s eaten anything.
Seokjin likes how genuine he sounds, too. He’s surrounded by vultures wanting to know a piece of gossip all the time, people who wonder how he has recovered from so much drama and people who are just waiting for his downfall.
And all Jungkook wants is to know about his day.
It makes Seokjin feel comfortable to be around him.
“He learned how to write his name today,” Jungkook says when Seokjin walks in the door, and it’s something like a relief to hear that voice as soon as he gets home. “He’s excited to show you.”
“Really?” Seokjin’s eyes go wide and he drops everything at the entrance, hearing Jungkook’s giggle as he runs to Beomgyu’s room.
His son is sleeping on the floor, with his head over a paper that had his name written a bunch of times, in all the colors of the rainbow. In his little hand, a red crayon.
Seokjin feels both euphoric and regretful. Maybe if he wasn’t working so much he wouldn’t have missed such an important part of his son’s life.
“He slept,” Seokjin whispers when he senses Jungkook behind him. “I’m a terrible father.”
“You are not a terrible father, Seokjin,” Jungkook says immediately, then clears his throat. “Sorry, uh, Kim Seokjin-ssi.”
Seokjin turns to look at him, thinking back to the other night, and how it feels weird to talk like this with someone he considers so close.
“No, no,” he says. “Please, address me informally, Jungkook-ssi. We’re kind of family at this point.”
To Seokjin’s surprise, Jungkook blushes, turning a shade of red Seokjin has never seen on the other man. Jungkook looks down, then scratches the back of his neck, and then Seokjin’s panicking, thinking he just made his son’s babysitter very uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
“Don’t apologize, Seokjin-ah,” Jungkook interrupts, chuckling a bit. “Wow, this feels weird, but not bad weird.”
“Not bad weird is good.”
Seokjin’s not sure what’s happening now, but he and Jungkook are staring at each other on the threshold of his son’s bedroom door. If he tried to understand why, or what this makes him feel, he wouldn’t be able to place it, which only makes everything more confusing and a bit unnerving.
“Appa,” Beomgyu mutters, and the eye contact is broken when they both look at the child. “I wrote my name in all the colors, appa.”
“I can see that,” Seokjin smiles at him, crouching.
Beomgyu yawns, rubbing at his eyes before sitting up. His son doesn’t fully open his eyes as he looks between them.
“Appa,” Beomgyu says as his gaze fixes on Jungkook. “I think I wanna go to bed now.”
“Beomgyu, darling, I’m Jungkookie,” the babysitter says as he kneels on the ground next to Seokjin. “Seokjin is Beomgyu’s appa.”
Beomgyu pouts.
“I know appa is my appa,” the kid says. “But Jungkookie is also my appa.”
“No, Beomgyu, I’m not,” Jungkook says kindly. “You only have one appa.”
“Why can’t I have two appas?” Beomgyu crosses his little arms, now more awake than before. “You make me food, give me a shower, and walk me to the park, and you even helped me write my name! Why can’t you be my appa too?”
Seokjin frowns, not sure what he should be feeling, or saying about this. He stares at his little one as Beomgyu remains with his arms crossed and a pout on his lips.
“Is it wrong to have two appas?”
“No!” Both Seokjin and Jungkook exclaim at the same time.
Seokjin takes a deep breath, holding his son’s little hands on his, heart beating erratically. At the back of his mind, he always feared something like this could happen, that his son would spend so little time in his presence that he would find a father figure in someone else.
“Jungkookie is great to you, isn’t he, Beomgyu? That’s why you love him so much. And he can be a hyung to you, but I’m your appa, okay?” Seokjin squeezes his son’s hands. “I promise to be more present.”
Beomgyu’s pout doesn’t go away.
“Appa, why can’t you marry Jungkookie? Then you can both be my appas.”
“What?” Seokjin exclaims, dumbfounded, as Jungkook chokes on absolutely nothing behind him. “I– Beomgyu, darling, for people to get married they need to love each other.”
“But I love Jungkookie, and I love you, and you love me, and Jungkookie loves me, so why can’t you and Jungkookie love each other?”
Seokjin can’t help but chuckle. If life were that simple, if things worked so easily, then, yes, Beomgyu’s logic would make perfect sense. Things are simpler when you are a child. Seokjin misses that kind of innocence.
“It’s different, Beomgyu,” Jungkook’s the one to say, coming closer and kneeling beside them. “When adults get involved romantically, they need to love each other in a different kind of way than the way I love you or your appa loves you.”
“Jungkookie is right, baby.” Seokjin pats his son’s head. “Why don’t you go to bed now?”
Beomgyu doesn’t seem convinced neither of them are right, which Seokjin finds more funny than he probably should considering his son has just questioned why Seokjin is not in love with his babysitter.
Jungkook is a handsome man. Seokjin would be mad to say otherwise. And he would be a liar if he said he never noticed it. However, he is his son’s babysitter. And Seokjin’s life is too chaotic. Who would ever want to be part of it? Except, Jungkook’s already part of it, isn’t he?
And Seokjin couldn’t say his mind never wandered in such directions, but he would be a fool for even spending more than one second with these thoughts.
Jungkook might be straight for all Seokjin knows. And he’s the babysitter. And Seokjin’s love life is a mess. And… And… And what, really?
Seokjin thinks he can place it now; how it makes him feel. How Jungkook makes him feel.
“Sleep well, Beomgyu,” he whispers as he kisses his son’s forehead, waiting until Jungkook does the same so they both can step out of the room together.
When the door is only two inches open, they stare at each other awkwardly once again. Seokjin would argue it’s even more awkward than the first time.
Jungkook’s cheeks are red, but he doesn’t turn his gaze away from Seokjin’s. It feels as if he’s silently questioning him. About what, Seokjin is a bit afraid to find out.
Is Jungkook thinking what he’s thinking?
Is he entertaining the thoughts a three year old shoved into his mind just like Seokjin is?
Is he, like Seokjin, allowing himself to really consider this when before he shook his head and pretended the idea was never there in the first place?
Is he suddenly wondering if it would feel nice to pull him closer and taste his lips?
Is Seokjin a complete weirdo and idiot for finally allowing himself to think about kissing his son’s babysitter even though the babysitter is a 25-year-old man with a sleeve tattoo, seven piercings and, let’s be honest, probably a six-pack under the very comfortable sweaters he wears all the time?
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks. “You look like you’re having a stroke.”
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
Seokjin gulps down hard. He should not go there. He should not have this conversation. He should not entertain romantic thoughts for his son’s babysitter, for fucks sake–
“I think you know.”
Seokjin is an idiot. Jungkook gulps down hard.
“Are we having a movie moment?”
“A movie moment?”
“Yeah, when the two main characters realize suddenly they are the two main characters and they are supposed to do something about it.”
Seokjin blinks, wondering if he missed a minute or two of this conversation or if Jungkook really went straight to the point.
That’s bold. Seokjin likes it. He likes it a lot. And there’s no harm in being just as bold, right? (There is harm, but Seokjin has chosen to ignore it. You know, for the sake of movie moments).
“Is that your way of saying you wanna kiss me?”
“Very tricky question,” Jungkook whispers, clearing his throat. “I’m on your payroll.”
“You are…” Seokjin trails off. “What if you weren’t on my payroll?”
“Then I’d be jobless.”
“Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook runs a hand over his hair, takes a deep breath, then mutters, for the first time ever since Seokjin met him, a curse word.
“Fuck it.”
For a wild moment, Seokjin thinks Jungkook is going to kiss him. And for a split second, he waits for it, anticipates it, even, but the other man simply runs a hand through his hair and starts talking.
“I think you’re very handsome, and I, uh, well, I think if we were in different positions, then yeah, sure, I would want to kiss you,” Jungkook says all in a single breath. “But we are not. I am your son’s babysitter and I am Yoongi’s little brother.”
“Yoongi wouldn’t mind if I dated his little brother, he dated my little sister in high school.”
Seokjin frowns. Did he really say that? He did. He did say that.
Jungkook’s obviously speechless and naturally Seokjin wants to find a hole and jump in it. It’s almost unbelievable; how hard he shoved these thoughts into a safe inside his mind and all it took to unlock it all was Beomgyu’s innocent questioning on why is it not just easier if he and Jungkook get together.
“I’m still on your payroll, hyung,” Jungkook says, and the way he uses the honorific kind of wakes something extremely primal in Seokjin and he has to hold himself back from doing something absurd like dropping to his knees. “We can’t.”
“Objectively, would you want to?” Seokjin asks. “If there weren’t so many buts .”
Jungkook bites his lower lip, his blush becoming more evident. Then, shyly, he nods.
“I would, yes.”
“Then you’re fired.”
Jungkook’s eyes shoot up and Seokjin smiles. “I’m kidding, God, I’m kidding! But if this is something you would want to… pursue with me, then yeah, we’d have to find you a different job.”
Jungkook smiles a little, hiding his face behind his hands. He shakes his head as if he’s marveling at all of this, and Seokjin gets it.
He is too.
“Are we really objectively discussing becoming something more when we have never even kissed?” Jungkook asks, voice muffled by the hand pressed against his lips.
Seokjin hums, “I can’t kiss you if I can’t see your face, can I?”
Jungkook makes a sound that really sounds like a whine, and Seokjin really, really wants to kiss him.
“Jungkook-ah,” he mutters, and the sultry sound of his voice comes as a surprise even to himself. “Let me see your face, please?”
“ Fuck ,” Jungkook whispers under his breath before he removes his hands from his face and locks his eyes on Seokjin’s. He’s never been redder, and he has never been more beautiful, and Seokjin has never wanted to kiss someone this much. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Seokjin replies before stepping forward and pressing his lips against Jungkook’s.
They are basically the same height, so Jungkook puts his arms around Seokjin’s neck and Seokjin places his hands on Jungkook’s waist. Oh, it’s such a small waist.
Such sweet lips.
Such a sweet kiss.
Seokjin thinks he could do this for hours, and he almost gets lost in it, in how Jungkook’s lips fit his perfectly, and how Jungkook’s breath against his tickles on his skin, and how absurdly right all of this feels, but they are in front of Beomgyu’s room, after all.
So, Seokjin, very sadly, stops, placing a peck on Jungkook’s lips before pulling his head away.
“We’re in front of his room,” Jungkook’s the one to say, and Seokjin likes how attune he is to how everything works when you have a kid. “Should we, uh, I don’t know…”
“Go to my bedroom?”
Jungkook bites his lower lip.
“Well, that wouldn’t hurt, would it? Just to talk a little. And kiss a little.”
“Yeah, just for that.”
Jungkook giggles against Seokjin’s lips, and when Seokjin intertwines their fingers so they can go to his room down the hall, his heart jumps and sings and does a cartwheel.
He’s 30 years old. He is an established, famous actor. He is a father , for fucks sake.
Should he be this excited about taking a boy to his room?
Except Jungkook isn’t just a boy.
He’s the boy that Seokjin’s happy to come home to every night, and happy to say hello to every morning, and thinks about even when he’s not there.
Jungkook’s also the boy who loves his kid as if he’s his own, and the boy whom his kid wants to call appa, too.
“Just a little kissing,” Jungkook repeats as Seokjin closes the door behind them, pressing Jungkook softly against it.
Seokjin leans forward, a smirk on his lips.
“Yeah, Jungkook-ah, just a little kissing.”
“Appa!” Beomgyu shouts from the living room. “Jimin-hyung is on TV!”
Seokjin perks up, watching as he friends performs his latest single on MAMA. Damn. It completely slipped off his mind that his friend was performing tonight. He must send Jimin a congratulatory message later.
“Appa!” Beomgyu shouts a minute later. “I can’t find the remote to make the TV louder!”
“It’s under the couch, baby, it’s always under the couch,” Jungkook replies as he applies skin care to his face. “You always drop it, remember?”
“Yes, appa.”
Beomgyu looks under the couch and grabs the remote control, making Seokjin chuckle from his spot on the living room table. He’s been trying to learn his lines for this new movie for an hour straight, but Beomgyu is a wonderful distraction.
And so is Jungkook.
“You look gorgeous,” Seokjin comments offhandedly.
“My entire face is covered in cream,” Jungkook deadpans as if that’s an argument. When Seokjin shrugs in response, his boyfriend laughs. “Thank you, jagiya.”
They fall into silence, enjoying listening to the MAMA performances as Beomgyu sings every single song. It’s past his bedtime, but they agreed he would be allowed to because of the award show.
Beomgyu has started kindergarten now, so there’s no longer a need for a full-time babysitter. Besides, Seokjin would never be able to find someone as good as Jungkook at taking care of Beomgyu.
“Appa, can I put this green thing on my face, too?” Beomgyu asks, looking away from the TV for the first time in at least an hour to watch Jungkook apply the mask. “You look like Hulk!”
There’s that, too.
Seokjin and Jungkook have been officially dating for six months now, and some would argue it’s absurd for Seokjin’s son to already refer to his new boyfriend as appa .
What if it doesn’t work out?
What if you breakup and the kid doesn’t understand why one of his appas is gone?
They have talked about this.
Jungkook’s bond with Beomgyu is different from what he has been building with Seokjin over this year.
Before Jungkook became Seokjin’s boyfriend, he was already Beomgyu’s best friend. The person who fed and clothed him. The person who put him to sleep and told him bedtime stories.
And Seokjin can see it in Jungkook’s eyes. How they shine brighter every time Beomgyu calls him dad.
Once, late at night, when they were tangled up together in bed, Jungkook confessed he always had the dream to be a father. That people thought he was weird for wanting that, but he was so happy when he heard Seokjin was looking for a babysitter because Jungkook loves kids.
He loves their kid, specifically.
“It feels like it was meant to be, you know?” Jungkook had said then, as his cheek rested on Seokjin’s naked chest.
And before Seokjin could reply, Beomgyu had run inside the room and threw himself between the two of them, asking if he could sleep with his appas tonight.
Of course , they had said.
Jungkook still has his own place, but he’s almost never there. Seokjin knows it’s only a matter of time before they take the next logical step and move in together. He can already see Beomgyu’s confused expression when they tell him.
But I thought appa Jungkook lived with us already .
And, as always, Beomgyu is never really wrong.
“Do you think we would be together if Beomgyu hadn’t told us to get married?” Seokjin asks, finally giving up on learning any lines. “Like, do you think we would’ve figured ourselves out eventually?”
Jungkook pouts, seemingly thinking about it as he applies a little of the cream onto Beomgyu’s little round face.
“Maybe,” he replies. “But I rather tell the story of how a three year old was a better matchmaker than any dating app ever for the rest of my life.”
Seokjin bites his lower lip to contain his smile.
“For the rest of your life?”
Jungkook seems to realize what he’s just said and his eyes go wide. His hand stops midair and Beomgyu looks between the two adults, absolutely confused, half of his face green.
“I think he means forever, appa,” Beomgyu says, trying to help out.
Both Seokjin and Jungkook burst out laughing, and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to the kid’s forehead.
“Yeah, Beomgyu, I think Jungkookie means forever,” Seokjin agrees. “Good, because so do I.”
“Are you proposing to me?” Jungkook jokes, continuing to apply cream on Beomgyu’s face. “Close your eyes, darling. Thank you.”
“Would you say yes if I was?”
Jungkook stops again.
Beomgyu frowns. “What does proposing mean, appa?”
“It means to ask someone to marry you, Beomgyu,” Seokjin explains.
Beomgyu’s eyes go wide and his little lips form a perfect O. With his entire face green, he claps his hands and jumps up and down.
“Appa Jungkook is gonna marry appa Seokjin! Appa Jungkook is gonna marry appa Seokjin!”
The chant goes on and on, and Seokjin’s eyes don’t leave Jungkook’s for a second. It’s a look that says a lot of things, a look that contains a lot of love. A lot of all the good Seokjin never thought he deserved, and he’s glad Beomgyu and Jungkook have showed him that yes, he does. That he doesn’t have to be defined by his scandals, and that his public persona is not the most important thing in his life.
They are.
The two people whose faces are completely green right now, looking prettier than any human has ever looked.
“I love you,” Seokjin shouts over Beomgyu’s chants. “Will you marry me?”
Jungkook smiles. “Couldn’t you have asked that when my face is not green?”
“I can ask again later.”
“Yes.”
“Yes I should ask again later or yes you wanna marry me?”
Jungkook stands up from his chair and sits on Seokjin’s lap. “ Yes, I will marry you!”
“Thank God.”
Their lips meet and Beomgyu starts doing some sort of victory dance, still chanting appa Jungkook is gonna marry appa Seokjin , and when they pull apart, Jungkook says:
“I feel like Beomgyu pulled a Parent Trap on us.”
“Honestly, so do I.”
Seokjin and Jungkook laugh, and soon enough Beomgyu is sitting on Seokjin’s lap as well, and Seokjin cherishes this moment, so he decides to burn it at the back of his mind so he never forgets it.
So he never forgets the day he asked Jungkook, the love of his life, to marry him while his face was green.
Like the Hulk , in Beomgyu’s own wise words.