Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Jeongcheol Bonus 11 : Happy New Year

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Sitting alone beneath the orange sky engulfing the sun, Jeonghan looks around him, finding his presence being the subject to disinterest to every living being that existed in the park and giggled through their way of being chased around by their companions.

Jeonghan watched those little satan called kids with mixed expressions, with the feeling that lingered somewhere between annoyance and adoration. They were loud, too loud for a man who willingly sat on one of the park bench and complained internally for being left alone there.

But being loud does not mean they weren't the kind that failed to catch Jeonghan's interest.

The evening was still fresh, parents grabbing their kids, chatting and mingling with others as they let those satan free to roam around the park, Jeonghan felt a little awkward in that setting, an experience noted in his brain that nobody should visit a park alone.

So to kill his time, he takes his phone out, scrolling through things, going through the extra work that he knew fell into Jungkook's part of work just so he could pretend he was a busy man.

And amidst all of that, feeling a tug on his jeans was something out of blue and surprising.

"Hey."

The voice was small, soft and tender enough for Jeonghan to tear his gaze away from the phone and look at it's owner, only to find a child standing beside him, somewhere being around six, cheeky grin and big eyes.

Jeonghan had to look back to make sure he was the target of the greeting.

"Can I sit here?" The kid asked, and Jeonghan found himself being unable to process the information, nodding only when the child tugged on his jeans once again, "Oh- you can."

The child smiled, his cheeks rising as he tries to climb up the bench. Jeonghan, being the gentleman he was, picks him immediately, setting him beside himself as he greets the child with a kind smile, "It's okay, right?"

"It is." The child, squatting a little towards his side as he sits close to Jeonghan, asks, "Is that your boyfriend?"

Jeonghan's eyes, though confused, follows where the kid was pointing, which was his open screen and a photo of sleeping Seungcheol.

The question makes his hurt flutter, so much that he pinches the tip of kid's nose with pure adoration, "Nah, it's worst. He is my husband."

The kid smiles, he smiles so genuinely that Jeonghan almost turns around to see whose by product this kid even was, "Does that make you both husbands?"

Jeonghan nodded.

"My dads are husbands too." He says, and Jeonghan watches him opening his palm and closing it at the same time, as if all of the intersting thing of the world existed just there. The chattering mouth kept speaking though, "My dads love eachother very much. Do you also love your husband?"

"Very." Jeonghan replied gleefully, "He is charming, and smart, and he is buff too, you know? And he have a nice smile." Jeonghan didn't know why he was bragging about Seungcheol to a kid but he was, "He have a dimple as well."

"My dads do not have a dimple." The kid pouted, "But he can speak english, very good. Can your husband do that?"

"......"

"No." Jeonghan was sure he will let no kid disrespect his Seungcheol, "But my husband can take down four people at a time. Can your father do that?"

"Fighting is bad." That was bullshit, Jeonghan knew no one can match his Seungcheol in that, "My father can sing though. I bet he can't do that."