Taehyung's pov

'Runaway Baby' by Bruno Mars started blasting from my pocket, and I smiled, knowing that was Jungkook's song that I put on there for him. I grabbed my cell phone, wondering why he was calling at this time; it was only twenty to four.

"Hey you, what are you doing calling me this early? Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked, stopping at the edge of the road and smiling at Han as he pressed the button for the crossing, tapping it over and over.

"Hey, Tae. Yeah, I should be, but I got sent home early," Jungkook answered. Butterflies swooped in my stomach when he called me Tae.

"You did? How come?" I asked as Han skipped along at my side, swinging my hand back and forth.

"Er, it's just a formality. It happens every time I-" he stopped talking abruptly. "Nothing, actually just forget it. I just called to say hi. How was school today?" Jungkook asked, changing the subject.

As he spoke, I noticed that he sounded off. He'd made no jokes, no slutty comments, no flirting or pet names – something was wrong with him.

"A formality for what?" I chewed my lip, waiting for an answer.

He sighed, and there was a couple of seconds of silence before he spoke. "I killed two people today. I got sent home while they investigate."

I was speechless. He'd told me before that this was the worst part of his job. I had no idea how to make him feel better. I looked down at Han; I needed to see Jungkook and make sure he was alright; I couldn't let him be sad on his own. What I was about to do scared the hell out of me, but I needed to do it, I didn't have any other choice.

"I'm sorry, Kookie," I mumbled honestly.

"Yeah, it's okay." He laughed humourlessly. The sound of his hollow laughter made me feel even worse.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and knew that I needed to take a risk for once in my life. Jeon Jungkook was worth taking a risk on.

"How about you come to mine earlier for dinner tonight," I offered. "It might take your mind off it for a little while."

Part of me was hoping he'd say no. If he did then I wouldn't have to let him into Han's life, this still felt like it was way too soon for me, way too soon for Han. I'd only been dating Jungkook for five weeks, there was every chance this wouldn't work out. But I couldn't not be there for him. I had to try and help him if he was sad.

"Yeah? Where's Han going? Seojun got him or something?" he replied.

"Umm, no, Han will be there too." I gritted my teeth, hoping he wouldn't run a mile. He'd already asked to meet my son, of course, but part of me wondered if he was just asking knowing that I'd refuse so that he'd gain brownie points.

He took a deep breath, and my heart stopped. This is where he dumps me. Five perfect weeks of happiness with the hot, sweet, funny guy is all I get because I came on too strong. Great job, Taehyung!

"Holy shit, really? I get to meet Han now, that's really alright with you?"

I looked down at Han and he smiled up at me happily as he continued to skip along at my side. I smiled back, trying to hide my nerves. "Yeah, if you want to," I answered, unsure of myself.

"Tae, I'd love to." His voice was so much happier that it made my heart start back up again in double time. He wasn't running anywhere, at least, not yet.

"We're only having chicken nuggets and fries though, nothing exciting." I wrinkled my nose. It was typical that this happened on the one day I agreed with Han that we could have junk food for dinner.

"Sounds awesome. What time shall I come over?"

"We're just walking home now. We'll be home just before four, so you can come over any time you want."

"I'll be there at five past four," Jungkook said quickly.

I laughed at his eagerness. "Hold on there, speedy. How about you leave it until quarter past, that way I'll have time to get him changed." That wasn't exactly the only reason I wanted a few more minutes. I'd need a minute or two to run a brush through my hair considering he'd turn up looking like a male model the same as always.

"Okay. Want me to bring anything?" he offered.

"Just you."

"Great. Well, I'll see you in a bit then. Thanks, Stripes."

"Sure. See you then." I disconnected the call, praying I hadn't just made the worst mistake of my life by inviting him into Han's life.

Han smiled up at me, and my heart melted at how cute my boy was.

"A friend of mine's coming over for dinner with us tonight," I informed him, trying to cover up the nerves and all around terror that I felt inside.

What if Han didn't like Jungkook? What if he hated him and I was forced to break it off with Kook because my son couldn't accept him? What if Jungkook hated Han? Oh God, why had I done this?

"Uncle Chim?" Han asked excitedly.

I shook my head apologetically. "No, Baby; a new friend of mine. His name's Jungkook."

He frowned, obviously disappointed. "Oh okays," he muttered, pouting.

"We'll go see Jimin next week if you want," I suggested, needing to get him in a good mood again for dinner. He nodded eagerly, and I looked at him warningly. "You'll be good at dinner though, right? Eat nicely and stuff? We don't want Jungkook to think we're a pair of piglets do we?" I teased, trying to make it sound more like a joke as I squeezed his hand gently.

By the time we got home, I was so nervous and scared that I felt slightly sick. Dashing into my bedroom, I brushed my hair and applied some lip gloss. I groaned quietly, knowing I needed to do a lot more to look like I was worthy of Jungkook's attention. What he saw in me I had no idea. The guy was so incredibly handsome, yet he liked me for some unknown reason when he should have been dating a baggage-free swimwear model instead of a single mother.

I just had time to change Han out of his paint-covered daycare clothes before the intercom buzzed. I practically skipped to the door, throwing a pleading look in Han's direction as I pressed the button to let Jungkook up.

"Han, please be good for me, okay?"

"I will, Momma," he confirmed, his eyes not leaving the TV.

I pulled the door open, flicking the latch so I didn't get locked out, and stepped into the hallway. When Jungkook got to the top of the stairs, I swooned internally. He was just in jeans and a black T-shirt, but it looked like it was made for him. The beautiful grin that stretched across his face made my heart stutter.

He stopped in front of me and raised his hand, cupping the side of my neck as his thumb traced my cheekbone.

"Hi," I whispered breathlessly.

His mouth inched towards mine. I wanted to throw myself at him, wrap my arms around his neck and crush my body to his as I kissed the life out of him. Instead, I stayed still as he pressed his lips to mine for a split second before pulling back smiling his sexy, cocky little smile, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Hi." He grinned and kissed my forehead lightly before looking at me curiously. "You're sure this is okay? I don't mind if you need more time, just the fact that you've asked me means a lot to me," he said softly, his brown eyes burning into mine as if he was trying to drag the truth from them.

"I'm sure," I lied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Now that he was here though, it actually felt like the right thing to do. Only time would tell if this was a mistake. There was nothing I could do about it now, except pray that he didn't break both mine and my little boy's hearts.

His grin widened as his hand moved from my neck, tracing down my arm until he got to my hand. He interlaced our fingers before pulling my hand up and kissing my knuckles softly. My heart raced in my chest.

"Jungkook, I told him we were friends. I just don't want him to freak out about you or anything. I hope that's alright with you. I just don't want to throw too much at him in one go," I said, looking at him apologetically.

"Sure, whatever you want." He let go of my hand, the adorable smile still plastered on his face.

I smiled and stepped forward, pressing my lips to his again for a couple of seconds, pulling away before I wouldn't be able to. His kisses were addictive. I always felt a little like I needed a fix when I hadn't seen him for a little while.

"Are you okay? You sounded so sad on the phone," I whispered, stroking my hand on his chest.

"I'm fine now that I'm here. Thank you for inviting me," he answered, looking at me so gratefully that it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"You're very welcome. Come on then, and play nice," I teased, as I headed inside.

As we walked into the lounge, I looked back at Jungkook. For some reason, he actually looked incredibly nervous. I wanted to take his hand and reassure him, but my first priority was my son. Kook was a big boy; he could take care of himself. Pretending that we were friends for a little while so they could get to know each other would be better for Han in the long run.

Han was still watching TV in the same exact spot. "Han?" I called, waiting until he looked at me before I spoke again. "This is my friend Jungkook who's having dinner with us tonight." Gritting my teeth, I waited for his reaction. Please don't throw a fit or something because I really like him. He makes Momma happy, Han, please like him!

"Hi," Han answered, smiling as he looked Jungkook over. "We're having my favorite dinner tonight." He beamed happily.

Jungkook stepped forward, his shoulders a little stiffer than normal, his usual cocky and relaxed demeanour was gone. "Yeah? What are we having?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, smiling.

"Nuggets and alphabetti pasghetti," Han chirped. I smiled to myself that he still couldn't say that word properly.

Jungkook gasped. "That's your favourite? That's my favourite!" he replied excitedly, playing along as Han's eyes widened. "Do you like chocolate cake too?" Jungkook asked. Han nodded, licking his lips. "Well that's great because I bought a cake for dessert, so now I'll have someone to share it with."

Dropping my eyes down to his hand, I saw a grocery bag that I hadn't even noticed in my eagerness to kiss him.

"You brought a chocolate cake?" Han cried, bouncing on the sofa with excitement.

"Yep, and I know your momma doesn't like chocolate cake too much, so I bought her a plain boring one," Jungkook replied, scrunching his face up with mock disgust.

Jungkook reached into the grocery bag, pulling out a kids' magazine. "While I was at the store I saw this and thought you might like it." He held it out to Han, who practically snatched it out of his hands with an excited whoop noise.

I just stood there watching the whole scene with my heart in my throat. Damn, where the hell did I find this freaking guy? TooGoodToBeTrue.com?

Han stood up and was jumping up and down on the sofa, waving the Disney magazine at me. "Look, Momma, Woody's book!" he cried excitedly.

"Stop jumping, Baby," I said quickly, but my voice had lost some of its authority due to it barely being above a whisper. Jungkook was so incredibly thoughtful. Even Seo-joon never made an effort like this with Han. Emotions were hitting me hard as I looked between the two of them. "Baby, what do you say to Jungkook?" I asked, still barely able to breathe.

"Thanks, Uncle JungKook!" Han cried instantly, as he dropped down onto the sofa skimming through the pages with a huge grin on his face.

"No problem, Kid. I got you some candy in the bag too, but you'll have to ask Momma if you can have that after dinner or something." Jungkook looked at me with a slightly worried expression on his face.

I needed to get out of the room; I could feel my eyes starting to prickle with tears. It was one thing for Jungkook to treat me so nicely all the time but for him to do the same to my son meant the world to me. I held my hand out for the bag. Putting the cake in the kitchen would be a perfect excuse for me to compose myself for a minute. Jungkook's face dropped a little as he looked at me apologetically before putting the bag in my hand.

"I'll be right back, I'll just put this in the other room," I mumbled, heading for the kitchen. Setting the bag on the counter, I closed my eyes, trying to get my breathing to even out. My heart was still racing. How could he be that thoughtful and adorable?

Something touched my back, and I jumped a mile before I realized it was Jungkook. His arm snaked around my waist as he pressed his chest to my back, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked first. I didn't think you'd mind if I got him it; I just saw it and I know you said he was a Disney freak, so I bought it. I've overstepped the mark and upset you, haven't I?" he said apologetically, his arm tightening around my waist.

He thought I was upset that he'd bought Han a magazine? I turned around in his embrace, facing him. His eyes met mine and I tried not to cry because he really was just too good for someone like me.

"I'm not upset." I shook my head fiercely. "I was just shocked. I didn't expect you to do that. That was really sweet, Jungkook. So thoughtful. Thank you."

His face relaxed and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me, gripping the back of his hair so he couldn't pull away from me.

"Oh, okay, good. I was worried." His eyes raked over every inch of my face as one hand traced up my back slowly, gripping the back of my neck lightly as his other arm tightened around my waist, crushing my body against his.

Every inch of my skin broke out in goosebumps as my breath caught in my throat. Just the way he looked at me made me feel special, needed, and beautiful. I wasn't sure what he saw in me, but I silently prayed that he always saw it and always looked at me this way.

I smiled and went up on tiptoes, pressing my lips to his softly for a second before pulling away when I heard Han running towards the kitchen, shouting excitedly about Nemo and Dory being in the book too. Jungkook stepped back and leant against the counter a couple of feet away from me. A smirk resided on his lips that made my skin prickle.

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Jungkook's pov

Calm down, Jungkook. You're doing fine. Take a deep breath. The kid is not going to hurt you, he's just a kid! I discreetly wiped my sweaty palms on the leg of my jeans as Han came running into the kitchen, waving the magazine I bought him, a big grin on his face.

"Momma, Dory's in here too, and there's a bit you have to colour and a maze!" he practically shouted.

I laughed quietly that something so small and cheap could make a kid smile like that. My ultimate goal was that it'd make him like me too. I looked him over as he showed Taehyung the pages, talking at him a mile a minute, while Tae just smiled and nodded, doing a great job at faking enthusiasm.

He was a really good-looking kid, but, then again, with a gorgeous thing like Taehyung for a mom, he was bound to be a looker. He had the exact same shade of brown hair as Tae's, and his big brown eyes. His face was a different shape to his and his skin was slightly darker than Tae. Tae's skin was pale, so he probably got his complexion from his father's side.

Han turned to me, smiling, and my lungs constricted. I hadn't been expecting to meet him today so I'd had no time to prepare myself, no topics of conversation ready. If I'd had some forewarning that this meeting was going to happen, I would have had Yoongi teach me a few things about interacting with him.

I racked my brains thinking about all the things that Tae had told me about him; he liked to talk a lot, he loved anything Disney, he liked going to the park, and animals. He had a huge obsession with Toy Story.

My gaze settled on his plaster cast on his arm. Jimin's picture of Buzz and Woody on it was amazing.

"Wow, Han, I love your cast. Did Uncle Jimin draw that?" I asked, willing my voice not to show how terrified I was of him. Well, I wasn't scared of him exactly – he was just a child – but I was terrified I was going to screw up with him. What if I said something wrong, upset him or Tae, or he just plain old didn't like me? I would end up losing the man that I was falling deeper and deeper for every single day.

Han beamed down at his arm proudly. "Yeah,Uncle Chimmy drew it on there. Do you like Toy Story?" he asked.

Uncle Chimmy – that sounded so cute. I immediately wondered if I would ever be Uncle Kook to him. "I love it actually. Toy Story 3, the new one, that's my favourite."

Just calm your heart rate down, JK! You're going to make yourself look like a punk if you keep being on edge like this. I cast a quick glance at Tae to see if I was doing okay, he smiled reassuringly. He looked a little in awe at the moment, a little taken aback, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Han frowned, pouting. "I haven't seened the third one. I likes the second movie though. Want to watch it after dinner?" he asked, his face brightening.

Tae groaned. "Again? Can't we watch something else?" he pleaded.

"Actually, I'd like to watch the movie, Han," I chimed in quickly, smirking at Tae as she scowled at me.

Han smiled, bobbing his head enthusiastically.

Tae rolled his eyes. "Go read your magazine then, Baby, while I start dinner." He waved towards the door, signalling for him to leave. He smiled and skipped out, swinging the book in his hand as he went. "You want a drink?" Tae offered.

"Sure, I'll make it." I shrugged and opened the cupboard, pulling out a couple of mugs.

He smiled and went to the freezer, pulling out packets, wincing slightly. "I'm really sorry I'm making you eat this stuff. I usually only allow junk food once a week. You had to choose the day that I'm not cooking properly, huh?" he joked.

"I love alphabetti pasgetti," I joked, using Han's wrong word that he'd said earlier. He laughed and threw the frozen packet of fries at me.

A little while later we were all sat around the table. I could barely force the food down my throat. The kid was making me nervous. I discreetly wiped the sweat that was starting to bead on my forehead, trying to calm my breathing.

He was staring at me. His eyes hadn't once left me since we had sat down. I couldn't sit still under his intense gaze. I massaged the back of my neck and shifted on my seat, smiling nervously. I needed to say something, break the ice a little more; he was obviously curious about me and who I was. I cleared my throat and Tae snickered quietly to herself, clearly amused by my unease.

"So, er, what did you do today? Anything good?" I asked Han, ignoring how my voice cracked when I spoke.

He smiled and nodded. "Mary took us to the park, and I saw a rabbit!"

"Oh yeah? What did it look like?" I asked before I could stop myself. What did it look like? Damn it, what the hell is wrong with me, it looked like a rabbit, you jackass!

Han dropped his fork and proceeded to show me how big the rabbit was. "It was this big, and brown, and it just sat there eating grass. Then it ran into the trees, and I wanted to run after it, but Mary told me I wasn't alloweded, so it gots away," he said, pouting slightly. I smiled. The kid rambled like his mother. Cute. He turned to Tae. "Do you think we could gets a rabbit, Momma?"

He almost choked on his food as he shook his head firmly. "We can't, Baby, they don't like animals in the apartment. You should ask your dad though," he answered, smiling wryly.

Han nodded and shoved a whole chicken nugget into his mouth, struggling to chew it where it was so big, and I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll ask him tomorrow," he mumbled with his mouth full.

Tae winced. "Baby, can we not talk with our mouth full? Remember we said we were going to eat nicely in front of Jungkook?"

I smiled, bemused by his comment. He actually thought he needed to impress me? I'd considered that to be the other way around, if I was honest.

Han put his hand over his mouth, smiling sheepishly as he carried on chewing the huge mouthful he had. I forced some food down, trying not to make myself look like even more of a moron by choking in front of them.

Tae's foot brushed against mine under the table, sort of hooking behind my ankle. That one small, intimate gesture seemed to relax my body tenfold.

"So, are you doing anything good with your dad this weekend?" I asked, looking at Han curiously. I couldn't wait for this weekend; I was taking Tae out for dinner tomorrow night and was also hoping to convince him that he wanted to spend the other two days with me too.

Han nodded, practically jumping in his chair. "Yeah! Daddy's taking me to the zoo, and he said he's gonna ask if I can feed the guins! Those are my favourite," he chirped.

Guins? I looked at Tae curiously.

"Penguins," he explained, nodding along with Han.

I smiled in understanding. "Oh yeah? That sounds great. I wish I was going to the zoo."

"Maybe you could come too. Daddy already asked Momma to come, but he said no, but if you want to come you can. I'm sure my daddy won't mind!" He looked at me, hopefully.

I swallowed, unsure what to say to that. I was pretty sure his dad would mind if I tagged along. "Er, that sounds nice, Han, but I'm busy this weekend," I replied.

He frowned. "Oh."

"Maybe we could go some other time though. Well, if your momma wants to that is..." I trailed off, wincing. I'd just overstepped the mark again. This was already a big deal for him that we met, and now I was planning a family day out without consulting him? I sucked at this.

Tae's eyes widened in shock. "Umm, sure," he mumbled, making it sound more like a question. I wanted to punch myself for putting pressure on him. I needed to stop or I was going to frighten him away by coming on too strong. "Is Nanna Jin-young going to the zoo too?" Taehyung asked, looking away from me, blushing slightly.

Han shook his head. "Nope, just me and Daddy. He said I had to try and gets you to come too. Daddy said he misses you, but that you don't want to see him because you don't love him no more," Han said casually.

Tae's eyes narrowed, his whole body seemed to tense up. "Daddy told you that?" His hand tightened on her fork.

Han nodded, carrying on with his food, obviously not noticing his change in mood. "Uh huh."

Taehyung had turned pale. "Daddy shouldn't say that to you. I'll always love your daddy because he gave me you," he said quietly. "Daddy and I just aren't suited to be together like boyfriends," he explained.

He cocked his head. "Why not?"

Taehyung's eyes flicked to me for a second and I didn't know what to do, I felt a little like I was intruding on a private moment.

"Daddy and I just don't get along when we live together; we're both happier on our own."

Han didn't say anything, just carried on eating. Taehyung sighed and picked up his plate, looking extremely embarrassed at the turn in conversation. He headed to the sink and stood with his back to us, obviously calming down.

"What other things did you do today?" I asked Han, trying to change the subject.

He grinned; all thoughts of his dad now gone.

When we'd finished eating we went into the lounge to watch a DVD. Taehyung groaned and shot me an accusing glance when Han picked up Toy Story 2.

After putting it on, he sat on the two seater sofa next to me, purposefully leaving a respectable gap between our bodies. Han sat on the floor, his eyes glued to the screen, waiting for the movie to start. After about ten minutes, he jumped up and ran to his room. I watched him curiously. I really wasn't used to kids at all; they moved around so much, it was a little unnerving.

He came running back into the room with both a Woody and a Buzz figure in his arms, jumping on Tae's lap, making him yelp with surprise.

He shifted him slightly, getting comfortable, and then watched the movie as if nothing had happened. I didn't see much of the movie; I was too busy watching Tae and Han from the corner of my eye. He was using his toys to act out little parts of the movie, saying their lines quietly as he did so. I could feel the goofy smile on my face, but I just couldn't stop it. My boyfriend and his kid were absolutely adorable.

"Wanna be Buzz?" Han asked, holding out his toy to me, his eyes not leaving the TV.

I laughed, a little embarrassed, not having a clue on how to actually 'play' with a child. "Sure, Kid," I mumbled, hesitantly taking it.

Taehyung was smiling at me, obviously loving how uncomfortable I was with this. Following Han's lead, I made Buzz fly when I needed to, mostly, I didn't do that much, just watched Woody talk and chuckled at the kid's acting skills.

The whole time Tae was just looking between the two of us with a shocked, confused expression on his face and all I could do was hope I was doing the right things. If I wasn't then hopefully he'd tell me where I went wrong so I could learn for next time.

"Baby, want to skip the bath tonight and play for a little while, seeing as Jungkook's here?" Taehyung asked, once the movie had finished.

"Yeah!" He grinned excitedly, jumping up and heading over to a red plastic box in the corner, grabbing it and tipping the contents all over the floor. I smiled excitedly. Lego was my thing as a kid.

"Can I play?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.

He nodded and held out a flat Lego board for me to start building on. I smiled happily and moved to sit on the floor in front of Tae's legs. Not long after I joined in, Han abandoned whatever it was that he was making, in favour of helping me build the robot I was constructing. His expression was awed as we joked around and worked together. Once the robot was built, we made him one exactly the same, and then smashed them both up by having an epic robot battle.

Just before seven Tae stood up. "Time for bed, Baby."

I raised one eyebrow suggestively, silently asking if he meant me. He laughed and slapped me on the back of the head playfully, and held his hand down to Han, who was pouting and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I don't want to go to bed. Can't I have an early night? I wanna play with Uncle Jungkook," he said, frowning and looking at me pleadingly.

I smiled a little proudly that he seemed to have accepted me a little. "Do you mean a late night?" Taehyung countered.

"Yeah, please, Momma?" He gave him the begging face and he shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Han turned to me. "Uncle, can you ask him if I can have more time? We can finish the war," he whined, giving me the begging face.

My eyes widened. It was an incredibly cute face; I didn't want to say no. I looked at Taehyung, unsure what to say. "Er... I think Momma said it's time for bed, Kid. We can play that another time, okay?" I offered, hoping he wouldn't beg me because, if he were my kid, I would have given in already and agreed. He certainly knew how to tug on the heartstrings!

"Come on, Baby. Time for bed," Tae repeated. Han sighed and pushed himself up off the floor, looking lovingly at the Lego. Taehyung smiled at me. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Make yourself at home, alright?"

Han smiled. "Night, Uncle Jungkook."

I held out one hand. "Slap me a five, Kid," I said, nodding at my hand.

He grinned and slapped my hand before skipping off towards the bathroom. As Taehyung walked past, he trailed his fingers across my shoulders making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

While he was putting him to bed, I scooped all of the Lego back into the box and then sat on the sofa. I couldn't actually believe what a difference a couple of hours could make to my mood. When I'd left work I'd been beating myself up for doing my job, and now I felt like I was on top of the world because my boyfriend and his son just made everything better.

I sat with my hands behind my head, chilled and relaxed in someone else's lounge. This place just fitted me so perfectly. I smiled and closed my eyes, completely content, just waiting for my boy to come back out to me.

Ten minutes later, he came back from the bedroom and plopped down on the sofa next to me, blowing out a big breath. I looked at him nervously. "Did I do okay?" I asked, waiting for his reaction.

He closed his eyes and nodded. "You did so good," he whispered.

My body relaxed, but when he opened his eyes I noticed that they were rapidly filling with tears. He awkwardly looked away from me and stood. "Want a drink or something?" he offered.

Wait, he was crying? What had I done? Had Han said something in the bedroom, something he didn't like about me?

Before he could escape, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down onto the sofa. "Tae?"

"I'm just gonna make a drink," he muttered, discreetly wiping his face, probably thinking I wouldn't notice.

"Will you look at me?" I begged. "Tae, did I do something wrong? Say something I shouldn't have?"

He shook his head fiercely before turning back to look at me, his eyes watery, his cheeks wet with tears. "No! You did so good, Kook, so good. I just, that meant a lot to me, so thank you," he said quietly, swiping at another tear.

Meant a lot to him So, those were happy tears? "So... you're crying because you're happy?" I asked, needing confirmation that I'd not just completely grabbed the wrong end of the stick with that assumption.

He smiled and nodded, blushing. "Yeah, sorry. Pathetic, huh?"

I smiled and shook my head, leaning in and kissing the two fresh tears away as they fell from his eyelashes. "I think it's adorable."

He sighed and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly. "Thank you for being so understanding, and thoughtful, and just plain sweet all the time. I never expected that to happen and I just... it meant a lot to me."

I tightened my arms around him, pulling him closer to me, just breathing him in. Just like I thought he would, he made me forget everything bad that had happened today, all I felt inside was happy and contented. My boyfriend was incredible, and so was his little boy. I was an extremely lucky guy.

"It meant a lot to me too," I admitted, looking into his eyes, loving the vulnerability I could see there. He really was letting me behind that brick wall that he'd built up. "Thanks for asking me over, even though the food sucked," I joked.

"Next time choose a day that I don't agree on junk food."

I smiled and kissed him gently before pressing my forehead to his, savoring the feel of this man in my arms, he felt so right there, like he belonged.

"Why don't you just invite me over on a day that you're not cooking from the freezer?" I offered, smirking at him playfully, silently praying that he would, in fact, invite me over again sometime soon.

He traced his nose up the side of mine. "How about Monday?"

I closed my eyes and relaxed. I really hadn't messed up at all; I was more than a little proud of myself. "Monday's good," I croaked, my voice heavy with emotion.

He grinned and seemed to relax too, as if he thought I was going to say no. He moved himself onto my lap, straddling me as he played with the back of my hair.

"So, did we cheer you up?"

"Stripes, you have no idea. Thank you."

He kissed me softly for a couple of seconds, his chest pressing against mine making my body react in the normal way. I was still a guy, after all, a guy with an incredibly hot boyfriend.

"I don't like you being sad. You want to talk about it?" He cocked his head to the side like a curious puppy.

I sighed. I actually really needed to get it off my chest and unload onto someone. I launched into my tale, telling him everything from going into the building to walking out with the girl in my arms. I skipped over the drink offer from the girl; I didn't think Tae would appreciate that too much. The whole time he just sat on my lap, letting me talk, his hands resting on my shoulders, his eyes locked on mine. I'd never felt more comfortable with one person in my life – and that was when it hit me. I was totally falling in love with this little single mother. As soon as I realised, I kind of wished that I hadn't, because now I felt a little self-conscious about it.

When I was done talking he blew out a big breath, looking at me in awe as he shook his head. "Jungkook, it sounds to me like you were a hero today. You saved innocent people; you did an excellent job, and those people were lucky that you were there. You shouldn't feel bad for doing your job. You had no other choice, did you?" he asked, gripping the material of my T-shirt.

I shook my head. I knew I had no other choice; I'd replayed it in my head enough. "There was no other shot," I admitted.

"Then you took two people off the streets that could have hurt or killed goodness knows how many people. You did the right thing. You should be proud of yourself," he said sternly. "I know I'm proud of you," he added as a whisper.

That was exactly what I needed to hear.

I pressed my lips to his, letting all of my problems disappear into thin air. He made everything better, made all the guilt fade into the background so all that was left was me and him, and of course his cutie of a kid that was in his room. I found myself wishing that this was my life permanently, that this was my family, that I had this every night of my life, this closeness, this honesty, this intimacy. I really hoped I could make him fall in love with me.

The kiss was getting hot as I slipped my hand up the back of his shirt, tracing the skin on his back with my fingertips. I moved so that he was lying on his back on the sofa, and hovered above him, just looking at him in awe.

He smiled. "So, that was one lucky lady that you saved today. A police officer in full uniform, saves your life and then carries you out of the building... That's seriously hot," he breathed, looking at me excitedly.

I smiled at his lustful expression. Oh yeah, Taehyung is definitely a little kinky. I could almost see the role-play fantasy that he was envisioning. "Is that going in the fantasy bank?" I teased.

He nodded, his eyes not leaving mine. There wasn't a single trace of embarrassment on his face. "Definitely," he confirmed, biting his lip.

I laughed quietly, using my fingertip to pull his lip from between his teeth. "I've told you before, Tae. Don't bite your lip, that's my job," I murmured, bending my head and capturing his bottom lip in my mouth, biting on it gently. His fingers dug into my back, forcing me closer to him.

For the next couple of hours we made out, talked, planned our weekend, laughed and just generally had a nice time while lying on the sofa. He had his head on my chest, and I had one arm draped around him, the other arm bent behind my head. I was the epitome of ease.

Just after eleven he yawned, looking at me apologetically. "You really should get going, Kook. Don't you have to start work at six?" he asked, stroking his hand across my abs gently, his fingers stroking the muscles I worked hard for.

I frowned. "Can't I stay a little while longer?"

He smiled and snuggled closer to me, pressing his face into the crook of my neck. "Okay, but if I fall asleep then don't blame me, I woke up early this morning with Han," he said, yawning again.

I tightened my arm around him, pulling him impossibly closer to me. "What time did you get up?"

"Six fifteen," he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice tickled the skin of my neck lightly and I closed my eyes at the feel of it.

"That's not early, lightweight. I get up at four thirty every day when I'm on the early shift," I teased, slipping my hand down to cup his ass.

He laughed quietly. "Whatever. I love my sleep, that's too early in my book."

I laid there, just holding him for a while before I realised he had fallen asleep. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked extremely cute when he slept.

I held him for a few more minutes before easing up off the sofa, being careful not to wake him. Once on my feet, I slipped my arms under him, making him grumble in his sleep as I picked him up and carried him into his bedroom. As I set him gently on the bed, I remembered the last time I had done this, when he was drunk. I laughed quietly and shifted the bed sheets, pulling them up around him.

I stood back up and just looked at him. As I raked my eyes over every inch of his face, I felt my life changing. I felt my priorities shifting around, and everything fell into place. My life finally seemed like it was on track. The funny thing was, I hadn't even realised that it was this boy that I'd been waiting and looking for all these years. All this time he was on the outskirts of my life, just waiting for the time when I would meet him. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was just blind luck. Whatever it was, I was grateful.

I found a scrap of paper and a pen on his side unit, so I quickly wrote him a note:

Stripes,

You look hot when you sleep. Don't worry I tried not to molest you (too much) while you were unconscious.

Thank you for letting me meet Han, he's just as awesome as his mom is. Anyway, have a great day at work, and I'll pick you up at seven for dinner. Wear something sexy for me. (Oh, and just so you know, yes, I am having inappropriate thoughts about you right now!)

Thanks again for inviting me over.

Jungkook

Xx

I put it beside his bed so he'd see it when he woke up, and then I slipped out of his apartment with a goofy grin on my face.

To be continued.......

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