Two Worlds | JIKOOK ✅

20.

JUNGKOOK POV

If I'd ever considered what it would be like when I was a
dad, this was it.

The sunrise was coloring the forest with pinks and golds, banishing the shadows and I
was running slightly behind
Dalsu as he gamboled through over the landscape.

He'd only been able to use
these senses for such a short time, every scent, every sound, had him jumping or rolling—sometimes in things Jimin was not going to thank me for
or racing back to my side.

As a human, he'd probably depended on sight more than any other of his senses and for many new shifters there was
an adjustment period but this cub was embracing the full experience.

I was as proud as if I'd contributed to his genetic material myself.

But as much fun as it was,
Dalsu had school and now
he'd need a shower.

Some things did not disappear when you shifted, so I gave a soft growl to catch his attention and started back for the house.

He came tearing back and banged into my legs before bouncing off and rolling into a pile of leaves.

So freaking cute, I couldn't
stand it.

Sometimes it was a shame
we didn't have a way to
carry a camera in wolf form.

Usually it didn't matter.

In most cases, both dads or moms and dads would be out with the cub but it wasn't something Jimin could do.

He'd never be able to keep up with us, even if he hadn't
injured his leg.

One more reason he
couldn't be my mate.

And that Dalsu couldn't really
be my son.

No matter how great his dad kissed.

We stopped by the house long enough for Jimin to drag his
son off to the shower and scrub him off while pointing out that just because he could run like
a wolf didn't mean he had to entirely forget his manners.

When he emerged clean and freshly dressed, I took him to school and dropped him off.

He ran into the cabin for kids
his age as if he'd been there every day of his life and I wondered if he'd always had trouble fitting in with the
human kids before.

Sure, he hadn't shifted but wolves didn't quite operate the same as the boys and girls in
his old school.

We didn't think exactly the
same.

Also, his wolf had likely been in contact with him, internally,
for a while before that shift, something the other kids wouldn't have had going on.

But he had said he enjoyed school before and he was a very bright cub, so it didn't matter.

As long as he was thriving now.

Him and his cooler of food.

I chuckled as I headed back home again.

Inside, I found Jimin hard at work—just what I hadn't
wanted him doing but the
place smelled amazing.

"What are you cooking? It doesn't smell like lunch."

"It's more like a restaurant."

He pivoted on his good leg to face me, holding a plate of
some kind of fried delights.

"A restaurant, really?"

He held it out. "Taste."

"What are they?"