"Hello, Sir. How may I help you?", a lady asked, looking smart and beautiful in a grey suit. "I actually have an appointment with Ms. Jensen", namjoon said politely. The lady's lips turned into a small 'o' as she checked her phone for something.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. Ms. Jensen just left to attend an emergency case", she said with an apologetic smile. Namjoon sighed as he looked at Jimin who was busy counting the chairs in the reception hall.
"Alright, then. Thanks", he said and just as he was ready to leave, the lady called him back. "Excuse me, Sir. If you'd like, we have another Doctor who can attend to you", she offered.
Namjoon thought about it. Jimin had started getting rashes on his neck and chest and while taehyung had assured him that it was nothing too bad, namjoon was absolutely worried. Today was a rare day where he was free. He didn't know when he'll get another leave.
"That would be wonderful", he answered. The lady smiled and asked him to take a seat on one of the chairs. Namjoon did, pulling jimin on his lap. "Jiminie", he called softly. "Hmm", Jimin hummed. Namjoon smiled. His jimin was a cute little boy.
"When we go inside, I want you to behave. Can you be a good boy for daddy?", he asked. Jimin looked at him with wide eyes and then nodded. "Okay, daddy", he said, determined.
"Mr. Kim, you can go inside", the receptionist said and namjoon gave her a polite smile before walking off. When the other patient came out of the doctor's cabin, namjoon tripped on an imaginary stone and his wallet fell out of his hand.
He crouched down to pick it up. "Ji---", he started but then realized that Jimin had already ran inside and was now babbling about something to the doctor.
"Oh really?" Namjoon heard the doctor say. He sighed. He didn't know what stories jimin was sharing with the doctor. "Mr. Kim, please come in", the doctor suddenly said. Namjoon sputtered. The man wasn't looking at him. Instead, he was turned around with jimin settled on his hip, talking non-sense.
"Y-Yeah, thanks", namjoon said, immediately regretting his choice of words. Thanks? Really, Namjoon? "Is this your son?", the doctor asked, still not turning around. "Yeah, Kim Jimin", namjoon replied. "He's a cutie", the doctor said easily, namjoon could hear the smile in his voice.
"You're Korean---"
The doctor's voice caught in his throat when he turned back, shocked to see the person in front of him. "Jungkook", namjoon said, breathless. A smile threatened to slip past his lips but he resisted.
"Namjoon", Jungkook breathed back, looking same amount happy and conflicted. "How--- How have you been?", first things first. Namjoon pursed his lips into a thin line, trying to resist the urge to let his lips quirk up.
"I've been", he glanced at Jimin, "okay". Jungkook nodded, taking a seat on his leather chair, settling Jimin so that he was seated comfortably on his lap, trying to reach out to the paperweight.
Something seemed to cross Jungkook's mind all of a sudden and he froze. His flickered back to namjoon and then to Jimin as he started chewing on his bottom lip.
"Is he", he started, looking anxious. "Is he mine?", he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper. Namjoon shivered, he almost forgot what had transpired all those years ago after he saw jungkook's face.
"He is", he replied easily, looking at Jimin as fussed over something but didn't vocalize it, probably sensing the hot, burning tension in the air. "I'm sorry", jungkook said, not meeting Namjoon's eyes.
Namjoon shrugged. "It's fine. I'm over it", he said. And he was. He really was. He didn't hold any grudge against jungkook. He had forgiven jungkook long ago. The only thing he wasn't over was jungkook himself.
"How's.... Saina?", namjoon asked, unsure of whether he got the correct name. Jungkook chuckled a little. "Sana", he corrected. "We broke up a month after you left", he said, sighing.
Namjoon blinked. "That was fast", he said without thinking. "Oops", he said, rolling his eyes at his own bluntness. "Why, may I ask?", namjoon lifted his hands and crossed his palms over the table.
Jungkook flushed red at that. "You really don't wanna know", he warned. Namjoon's lips quirked up a little. "Oh, you bet I do", he teased, fully smiling now.
"I don't think I should be saying this in front of a kid but", he took a big breath. "Imoanedyournamewhilehavingsexwithher", he muttered in a heartbeat.
Namjoon made a face. "I didn't get any of that, to be frank", he said. Jungkook smiled and shook his head, looking down at Jimin. "You were here for?", he started, effectively changing the topic, distracting Namjoon had always been his forte.
"Oh, yeah, he's starting to have these little rashes on his neck and chest. I'm starting to get worried", namjoon replied, eyebrows furrowing. Jungkook nodded in understanding. He stood Jimin down on his own feet and grabbed his glasses from his drawer, examining the angry red marks as he lowered the neck of Jimin's shirt with his left index finger.
"Is there a problem?", namjoon asked, biting his lip. "Oh, no, no, there's nothing to worry about. He has this skin problem called Atopic eczema. You know when the skin becomes itchy and all", jungkook shrugged as he jotted something down on the prescription paper.
"I've prescribed a moisturizer for him. Apply it every night and he should be fine in a month or two", jungkook said, smiling fondly as he watched Jimin skipping around the table to reach namjoon. The older stood up and bent down to pick up his son.
"You've gotten heavy", he smiled when Jimin giggled. "That's all?", namjoon asked, just to make sure. "That's all", jungkook answered, still smiling as he stood up, too. "Thank you so much. We should be going now", namjoon said.
"Uh, Joon", jungkook hesitated. Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Can I get your number?", he blurted out. Namjoon's eyes widened and he just hoped his cheeks were tan enough to hide his blush.
"You don't have to---", "Okay", namjoon cut him off. When they were done exchanging numbers, jungkook tried to play his chances.
"See you soon?", he asked hopefully.
Namjoon glanced at Jimin who was now peacefully sleeping in his hold, his little arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his head resting on his shoulder as he sighed in his sleep. He looked back at jungkook and smiled.
"Yeah, see you soon".
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It's not over yet. The last part remains.
Ps. I wasn't gonna update today because I was feeling all fidgety and anxious but then I realized, this is my escape. This is what grounds me. Writing is the only thing that I have a control on. This makes me feel happy in a weird type of way.
