Jungkook's pov

"Momma," A voice said quietly. What the hell? "Momma."

It suddenly dawned on me that I was at Taehyung's apartment and that his body was practically on top of mine. His face was pressed into the crook of my neck, his arm and leg were slung over me - and damn, was it comfortable!

He moved stiffly, and I glanced in the direction of the voice. I could barely see from the light of the alarm clock, but I could just make out Han standing by the side of the bed, clutching Woody doll to his chest.

"Hey, Baby, what's up?" Taehyung whispered, moving off me carefully.

"I had a bad dream," Han answered, sniffing loudly.

"Shush, Baby, Kook's sleeping. What was your dream about?" Taehyung whispered as he moved to sit on the side of the bed, rubbing his hand over his face.

"Bad guys came in and got us," Han answered, as he started to cry again.

"It's okay, Baby, no bad guys will come in here, you don't need to worry about that. Come on, let's get you back to bed," Taehyung whispered, standing up and taking his hand.

I sat up too so he would know he didn't need to worry about being quiet and waking me. He glanced over his shoulder, smiling at me apologetically as Han started to wail and threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around his legs.

"I don't want to sleep on my own, Momma, I'm scared. Can I sleeps in here with you?" he asked through his sobs.

I switched the bedside light on so Tae could see better. He was rubbing his back and looked sexy as hell in the little booty shorts and tank top pyjamas he was wearing. I smiled appreciatively. He honestly looked adorable when he'd just woken up; he still had the lines of sleep imprinted on his pretty face, his eyes not quite as wide and big as usual where he was tired.

"You can't, Han, Kook's here tonight. You'll have to sleep in your own bed," he said softly.

Han clutched him tighter as his breathing started to hitch where he was sobbing so hard. "I'm scared to sleeps on my own, Momma!"

In that moment, I felt like a jackass. I was totally screwing this up for him and probably making Taehyung wish that he hadn't said I could stay. This was the kind of thing that he didn't want to happen, and I didn't either, I didn't want to come between them or take him away from him somehow. He was, and would always be, his first priority, and I understood and accepted that, I wouldn't want it any other way.

"It's okay, I'll go and just come back in the morning," I suggested, climbing out of the bed and grabbing my jeans, pulling them on quickly.

Taehyung turned back to look at me, his expression torn and undecided. I smiled as I pulled my T-shirt down over my head, letting him know it was okay.

"Kook, it's fine, you can stay in here, I'll just sleep in with Han," he suggested, looking at me pleadingly. He was probably worried about me driving home at two in the morning knowing him; he knew I was tired from working.

Walking to his side, I kissed his forehead softly. I didn't really want to go and leave him because this was only our second night together, but Han came first. "It's okay, I promise." I smiled and held a hand down to Han.

"Slap me a high five, Kid." He immediately went to slap my hand but I moved it away quickly so he missed. "Too slow, kiddo." I laughed as I ruffled his hair, making him smile through his tears.

As I turned for the door, Taehyung's hand closed over mine, pulling me to a stop. He was looking at me pleadingly. "Don't go," he whispered, giving me the puppy dog face.

"Tae, it's okay, I know you have priorities, and I accept that. You do what you need to do, and I'll come back around nine." I squeezed his hand a little, reassuring him that I honestly didn't mind.

He looked back to Han, still holding my hand tightly, stopping me from going anywhere. "Han, how about you sleep in the bed with me and Kook," he suggested, looking at him hopefully.

Holy shit. I knew how protective he was over Han, and the fact that he was even suggesting this meant that he really liked me. I couldn't help the happiness that was bubbling up inside.

Han frowned and shook his head fiercely, and I felt my heart sink a little. He'd accepted me, and I knew that he liked me, but I still had a lot of work to do to gain his complete acceptance. That was alright though, I had the time and the patience for that. They were both worth the effort.

Taehyung glanced at me apologetically before letting go of my hand and sitting on the side of the bed, pulling Han closer to him, looking him right in the eyes. "Han, did Kook ever tell you what he does for his job?" he asked.

Han glanced at me curiously as he shook his head. "No."

"Kook's a cop," he stated, nodding at him, looking almost proud as he said it. Han looked at me with wide eyes. When I nodded in confirmation, a slow smile spread across his face. "Do you know what would happen if a bad guy came in here, like in your dream?" Tae asked, grinning happily now. Han shook his head, looking at him curiously. "Kook would arrest them," he said confidently.

Han's head snapped round to me. "You would?" he asked, looking at me hopefully. I smiled as my heart skipped a beat; this kid honestly was awesome, and I was desperate for his approval. I loved the way he was looking at me right now.

"Yep. It's my job to protect you and your momma."

He beamed and immediately jumped on the bed. "Okay then, I'll sleep with you and Momma," he announced happily, yanking the covers up over his body and snuggling in to Taehyung's pillow.

Tae laughed and smiled at me, and I felt my stomach tingle as goosebumps spread the entire length of my body. Tae and his little boy had just accepted me as part of their lives, not just as a friend, but as something more. This may not have been a huge thing to them, but it honestly meant the world to me.

"You sure, Tae?" I checked, I didn't want him to do this because he felt like he had to.

"Definitely sure, unless you want to leave?" He actually looked a little worried about my answer. Clearly he had no idea how much this meant to me at all.

"I want to stay," I confirmed, even though those words were barely a tenth of what I actually felt inside. He grinned happily and turned back to the bed, climbing over Han and settling into the middle of the bed. I looked at Han. "You sure you don't mind me staying here with you two? If you want me to go, you can tell me. I won't be upset, I promise." I needed him to know that he could take his time with this and that he didn't need to rush into anything.

He nodded. "I don't mind." He shrugged and settled into the bed, tucking Woody up on the pillows next to Han.

I grinned and pulled my T-shirt back off over my head as I walked back around the other side of the bed again. Taehyung was watching me with a small, satisfied expression on his face; I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off too, throwing them over the chair as I slipped into the empty side of the bed again.

Taehyung turned to Han. "No snoring tonight, huh?" he teased.

"I don't snore Momma, you do," Han rebutted, as I turned off the light again.

"No way! I bet Kook snores," Taehyung joked as his hand found mine, pulling my arm across his body as I scooted close to him back. I smiled and interlaced our fingers.

Was this what being in love felt like? Like you'd won the lottery? Was I already in love with him? With both of them? I knew I was falling for him, but was I already there? I honestly didn't know the answer to that question, but it sure as hell felt weird, and damn scary too. I kissed the back of his head, snuggling closer to him as he tangled his legs in with mine.

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When I woke in the morning, I glanced to my right, seeing that both Han and Taehyung were still sound asleep. The kid was lying horizontally across the bed, with his feet on Tae's back. He didn't seem too bothered though so maybe he was used to it. He was draped all over me again, his leg pressing down on my crotch making me horny as hell, which wasn't a good thing when there was a kid on the other side of the bed. I gripped my hand around the back of his knee and moved it up so that I could try and calm myself down. He sighed a little in his sleep and snuggled closer to me, his hand cupping the side of my neck as he pressed his face against the other side.

My gaze landed on the clock. It was just after six in the morning. I rolled my eyes at myself - I never could sleep in after working the early shift. I just laid there stroking Taehyung's hair and looking down at his beautiful face, noticing for the hundredth time how his bottom lip was ever so slightly fuller than the top one. After about twenty minutes, Han moved and lifted his head, looking up at me sleepily.

"Hey," I whispered, putting my finger to my lips so he wouldn't wake his mom.

He sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes, so I wrapped my arms around Taehyung tighter and rolled to the side, laying him down on the bed instead of on top of me. As I eased out of the bed quietly, Han was just watching me, yawning; I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on feeling a little uncomfortable just walking around in my underwear in someone else's apartment.

"Let's leave Momma to sleep. Maybe make him some breakfast in bed?" I suggested, holding my hand out for him to take. He looked at it silently for a couple of seconds, but didn't take it. Just as I was about to let my arm drop back to my side, he reached out and placed his little hand in mine.

Grinning, I bent down and picked up his Woody doll that had fallen on the floor in the night. "Come on then, partner," I whispered, handing it to him. He smiled gratefully, and we headed out into the lounge.

"Wanna watch 'toons with me?" he asked, pouncing on the sofa.

"Sure, I love cartoons." I smiled and sat next to him, turning the TV on and flicking through channels until we found some Mickey Mouse thing that he wanted.

"Are you really a cop?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep, I'm a Secret agent, which is like a cop, but I get a bigger gun," I explained, smiling at his awed face.

"You have a gun?" His eyes widened excitedly.

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah and handcuffs."

"Can I see them?"

"Sure. Next time your momma invites me over I'll bring my handcuffs and you can try them out." I grinned at his happy face, and he settled back on the sofa watching crappy cartoons.

After about half an hour I was totally bored and starving hungry.

"Want some breakfast, Kid?" I asked, pushing myself up and heading to the kitchen to see what there was in the cupboards. While we chewed on toast and Poptarts, I eyed him curiously, unsure what to do with him that would make him like me more. Of course, Han insisted we watched Toy Story 3 again after too. At eight thirty the film finished, and I figured it was probably about time Taehyung woke before Seojoon was due over.

"Let's make your momma some breakfast, huh? What do you think he'd like?" I actually had no idea what he liked for breakfast, so I hoped he did.

"Eggs?" Han suggested, making it sound more like a question.

"Scrambled eggs? I can make that if you help me."

He nodded in agreement, so I sat him on the kitchen counter, getting him to whisk up the eggs and then he buttered his toast while I cooked.

When we threw it on a plate, it didn't look particularly appetising. Hopefully he'd like it, if not then I could take him out for something else to eat once Han's dad came to pick him up. If he came anyway. Personally, I hoped he didn't so I could take them both with me to the beach to meet my mom.

After setting a cup of coffee on the tray, I lifted Han down from the counter. "Come on then, let's wake him up." I smiled.

He grinned and immediately skipped off down the hallway towards Tae's bedroom. I followed behind him carrying the tray, eager to see him again. I loved being able to do this for him.

I stood back and let him approach the bed, smiling as Han took Tae's hand and bent over, leaning close to his face. He was still sound asleep and looked beautiful.

Taehyung's pov

"Momma, wake up," I heard Han say as he squeezed my hand.

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in the bed, yanking the duvet over our heads, making him giggle and thrash around as I tickled him. "Morning, Baby." I yawned as he hugged me back.

"I made you breakfast, Momma," he chirped happily.

I smiled. "Yeah? What did you make, pancakes and bacon?" I asked, playing along, holding my hand out for the pretend food.

He laughed and pulled the cover off our heads. "No, we made eggs and I mades the toast."

My eyes flicked behind him and I jumped as I saw someone standing in the doorway. My mouth popped open in shock. I'd forgotten that Jungkook had stayed last night. I wasn't used to waking up having someone else in the apartment at all. He smiled, probably at my shocked face, and I couldn't help but smile back. Of their own accord, my eyes wandered down his body. Just the way his jeans hung so dangerously low, showing off all of the muscles to perfection, made my mouth water and my hands itch to touch him. My gaze followed the line of the V at his hips, seeing how it disappeared into the waistband.

I internally swooned. My whole body longed for his. I hadn't been with a guy for so long, and Kook was fast turning me into some kind of sex depraved horny monster. I was actually quite proud of the fact that I hadn't given into my body's urges and ravaged him until we both passed out through exhaustion - well, that wasn't strictly down to me, to be fair. I couldn't really be proud of myself because it was more due to him rejecting me all the time, rather than me being in control of myself!

"Hey." He smirked at me as if he knew what I was thinking. In all honesty, he probably did know, after all, I was totally fucking him with my eyes and wasn't even bothering to be discreet about it.

"Hey yourself." I smiled trying to look sexy, but in reality I probably looked terrible. I'd just woken up so my face was probably puffy, my hair a mess and I had on no make-up, other than what was sure to be smudged, panda-style, under my eyes. I winced, thinking about what my morning breath would smell like.

Jungkook nodded to my bedside table, and I glanced over to see a tray there with a plate of scrambled eggs and toast on it. My heart leapt into my throat. "You made breakfast?" I asked, shocked, looking up at Jungkook. His hair looked messier than normal where he'd woken up and damn, did he look good in the morning!

"We made breakfast," he corrected, nodding at Han, who smiled proudly.

"Eat then, Momma," Han ordered, bouncing on the bed happily. My heart was crashing in my chest as I pulled the tray onto my lap. Jungkook had gotten out of bed with my son and made me breakfast? I wasn't sure how to cope with how adorable that was, that was sweetness on a whole new level that I'd never encountered.

I scooped up some of the eggs and shoved them in my mouth, trying to stop thinking. I was fast falling for him, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to make myself vulnerable again. Because he would get bored of me soon, either in a couple of weeks, or a couple of months, I knew that. I wasn't enough to hold a guy like him and keep him interested, and it would only be a matter of time before he cottoned on to that fact. Jungkook deserved a person that could give him everything, drop everything for him, and let him be his first priority. He would never be able to have that with me, there would always be something there in the way.

"Mmm, these are really good, Han. You make these?" I asked with wide eyes, play acting a little. He nodded proudly, and Jungkook laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Again, my eyes dropped to his perfect chest, thinking how I would actually rather be eating him than the food on the plate.

I smiled gratefully at Kook and beckoned him closer to me with one finger. He grinned and leant in, pressing his lips against mine for a second before pulling back and Ruffling my hair softly, his fingers leaving a burning trail on my skin.

"Thanks," I whispered. I didn't mean it just for the breakfast, I meant it for taking my son roller-skating and spending time with him last night when he was obviously exhausted, for staying here last night even though my son woke him up in the middle of the night, for getting up with him in the morning and making me breakfast, and for letting me sleep in.

"You're welcome," he whispered, pressing his lips to mine again softly.

He pulled back quickly when Han moved up the bed and sat himself in Jungkook's lap. I could barely breathe. I wanted Han to have someone in his life, he deserved a nice man in his life, because the one he had really didn't take the job very seriously. Kook looked down at Han, shock clear across his face, before a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, his eyes soft and tender as he wrapped an arm around him, holding his hand out so Han could slap his hand. He pulled it away just as they were about to connect, making Han laugh and grip Jungkook's wrist so he could slap his palm.

"Five!" Han shouted, laughing. Jungkook laughed too, and they started fooling around trying to do high fives while the other moved their hand at the last second, chanting rhymes while they played.

I just watched them feeling so happy it was almost painful. They were both clearly enjoying the game. I loved the fact that he paid Han so much attention. He was a natural with him.

A wave of guilt suddenly washed over me, it was like a slap in the face. I shouldn't be allowing this; I should put a stop to this before things got too far and Han and I both got hurt. I was being irresponsible by letting someone like Jeon Jungkook into our lives. I wasn't protecting my son's heart enough. Was it selfish of me to want to spend time with Jungkook, knowing that there was a very, very good chance that he would leave me soon for someone more deserving of his attention? I wanted him, but I knew that this would end badly.

There were two sides to me, both of them fighting hard against the other, and I wasn't sure which one was going to win. One side wanted Jungkook so badly that I would give anything for this to last forever; I would do anything for it, say anything, be anything. But the other side was screaming at me that this player was going to hurt me, and hurt me so badly that I would never recover from it. He was such a great guy, but this wasn't about him, it was about me.

I wanted him out of my life before the pain came. But at the same time I knew I wasn't strong enough to push this amazing guy away from me. Looking at him now, playing with my son on a Saturday morning, I knew that there was no way I was making him leave. I knew I was stuck here, just waiting for him to rip my heart out. But there was that small part of me, the tiniest part that Seojoon hadn't destroyed, that tiny part couldn't help but think 'what if'. What if he didn't hurt me? What if he really was as great as I was thinking he was? Just, what if...

"Momma doesn't like our food," Jungkook teased, poking Han in the ribs playfully.

I gulped, pulling myself from my thoughts. "I do," I lied, quickly shoving some more in my mouth, still watching them. My eyes were prickling with tears and I willed myself not to cry all because the most important thing in my life was hanging around my boyfriend's neck, giggling hysterically.

"You two want some of this?" I asked, nodding at my tray, feeling guilty that I was eating and they weren't. Han was probably starving, he always ate early.

Jungkook shook his head. "We already ate a couple of hours ago."

I almost choked on my toast when I realised he'd been up with Han for a couple of hours and had made him breakfast. He just got better and better.

"What time did you get up?" I asked, swallowing quickly.

"Not sure. Long enough to watch Mickey Mouse, eat Poptarts and then watch Toy Story."

"A little while then," I said breathlessly.

Jungkook nodded, smiling. "Think I could grab a shower?" he asked, looking at me hopefully.

"Sure, there are towels in the cabinet in there." I tried extremely hard not to think of the fact that he was about to get naked in my apartment.

He smiled and lifted Han off his lap, setting him on the bed, ruffling up his hair before he leant in and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes at the feel of it, tilting my head up, wanting him to move down to my lips, but he pulled back, and I felt the bed shift where he got up. I smiled and watched his perfectly fine ass as he sauntered out of the room.

I turned back to Han. "You have a good time with Kook?" I asked, finishing up my last piece of toast.

He grinned and nodded. "Uncle Kook said next time he comes over I can put his handcuffs on." He looked so excited that I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, you're lucky, Han." I couldn't help but wonder whether Jungkook would let me put the handcuffs on too.

"Think he'll let me shoot his gun?" he asked with wide, excited eyes.

I laughed nervously and shook my head. "I don't think so, Baby."

He frowned dejectedly before he suddenly brightened. "I'll just wait until I'm a cop and then I'll have my own gun."

"You want to be a cop now?" I asked, rolling my eyes. His chosen profession usually changed about once a week. It varied from builder, painter, doctor to chef; depending on what we were doing at the time. He'd never said cop before.

He pursed his lips and settled himself in my bed. "Yeah, then me and Uncle Kook could arrest all the bad guys, and be partners like Buzz and Woody."

I draped my arm around his shoulder, squeezing him to me tightly, praying that Jungkook wouldn't break both of our hearts. I tried my hardest to hold on to those two little words.

What if...

An hour later I was dressed and had just finished packing up Han's overnight bag. Jungkook and Han were stretched out on the floor of the lounge, a big box of Lego tipped out all over the place as they made some model together. Han was watching Kook intently; he seemed to be copying his every movement - if Jungkook crossed his ankles or scratched his head, then Han did it too. I was pretty sure Kook had no idea Han was mimicking him.

I couldn't look away. It was probably the sweetest, most adorable thing I'd ever seen in my life. My eyes took in everything, the way Jungkook's clothes clung to him in all the right places, the way his muscles flexed as he moved and added another piece. The puzzled look on his face as they searched for the block they wanted. How he laughed and bumped my son's shoulder with his when Han had said that the model looked like a house, when apparently they were making a car.

Then I took in Han as he looked at Jungkook, his grin, the twinkle to his eyes as he laughed. The sound of their laughter melted together perfectly. A child's laughter is probably one of the most beautiful sounds that a mother could hear, and my baby's laughter mixed with Kook's actually made my skin prickle and my heart ache in my chest. I'd never once seen Seojoon just do this kind of thing with his son. If they ever played, it lasted for a few minutes before Seojoon would start talking to me or flirting. It was a little heart-breaking really that Seojoon was such a useless father. Han certainly deserved better.

I smiled over at them; the contrast between the pair lying on the floor was so distinct that it was almost comical. Jungkook was so tall and lean and mouth-wateringly perfect, with his brown hair, light brown eyes, and creamy white skin. Then there was Han with his brown hair and eyes like mine dark chocolate in color, and his dad's naturally slight tanned skin. They were so different, but for some reason that made them look even more beautiful together.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself away from the wall where I'd been leaning for the last few minutes, just staring at the pair of them, and forced myself to stop thinking about things so deeply all the time. If I wasn't careful, I'd end up wasting the time that I did have with Jungkook because I was too busy worrying about him leaving me.

I headed over to them and smiled as I sat on the sofa, resting my foot on Kook's back, slipping it up the back of his T-shirt. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, and I immediately got butterflies in my stomach.

Practically as soon as I'd sat down, my intercom buzzed, and I jumped up to get it, immediately buzzing up Seojoon and waiting by the door for him. I glanced at Kook nervously. The last time they met, Seojoon had done his usual flirting routine, and Jungkook had told me he hadn't liked it. Hopefully they wouldn't be too awkward around each other today in front of Han.

"Hey." Seojoon smiled, stepping into the apartment like he owned the place as usual.

"Morning, Seojoon. Come on in," I said sarcastically.

As soon as he laid eyes on his dad, Han jumped to his feet, running full pelt across the room to him and jumped into his arms. "Hey, Buddy!" Seojoon greeted, grinning and hugging him tightly.

Jungkook pushed himself to his feet. By the way, his jaw was set I could tell he would never like Seojoon.

I winced, praying they wouldn't show Han there was animosity between them. "Kook, you remember Seojoon, right? Seojoon, my boyfriend, Jungkook," I said weakly, waving my hand at them both in turn.

Kook nodded, his gorgeous brown eyes locked onto Seojoon. They seemed to be having some kind of unspoken conversation. Part of me wanted to know what was going on, but another part of me wanted to stay the heck out of it. I had enough to worry about without two testosterone-fuelled males being thrown into the mix!

"Yeah. Hi, Seojoon, how are you?" Jungkook asked, his voice tight and controlled.

I smiled because he was making such an effort; I knew it was only for mine and Han's benefit. It was probably incredibly hard for him to have his boyfriend's ex thrust in his face all the time - I wasn't sure how well I would cope being confronted with one of his ex's all the time.

Seojoon made a sort of snorting sound, so I turned to him, seeing that he was sneering at Kook distastefully. "I'm great," Seojoon muttered, not bothering to return the pleasantries. He turned to look at Han, who was still in his arms, thankfully blissfully unaware of the tension that seemed to be hanging in the air around us. "You ready to go, Buddy?"

Han looked at me, as if asking if he was ready to go. I nodded. "Go to the bathroom before you go, Baby, so you don't have to get Daddy to stop. Then get your bag off your bed, okay?" I forced a smile. I hated to see him leave and missed him like crazy, but I didn't want him to know that otherwise he would probably get upset thinking that I was upset.

Seojoon put him down, giving him a little push towards his bedroom. "Do as Momma says then."

As soon as Han was out of earshot, I turned to Seojoon. "Did you bring that money for the ticket?" I asked quietly.

He frowned and shook his head. "Bunny, I can't. Things are tight at the moment; I haven't got it."

My heart sank.

"But you promised you'd pay for it. I already told him he could go. You promised you'd sort this out." I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to cry.

"Taehyung, I haven't got it, my car broke down in the week and I had to pay out to get it fixed. If I had the money, I'd give it to you. How much was it anyway?" he asked, looking at me apologetically.

"60,000 won. Seojoon, please, I already told Maria he could go, I think she's getting the tickets on Monday. Please, please can you get it? He's so excited, don't do this to him, please," I begged helplessly. There was no way I could pay for it; I could barely afford to live as it was. Seojoon had promised he would pay for Han's ticket to go and see Disney on Ice with a friend of mine and his children.

"What happened to the money I gave you like two weeks ago?" he asked, frowning.

"I spent it already," I answered.

He frowned. "On what?"

"He needed new shoes and a jacket."

"You spent 12000 won on new shoes and a jacket?" he snapped, looking at me like I was stupid.

I frowned angrily. "No, I spent 3000 won on shoes and a jacket that were on sale, and the rest of it went towards childcare, which, by the way, barely even covered me for a week. So don't you dare start with all that wasting money shit. Do you have any idea how much having a child costs?" I asked angrily, whilst still trying to keep my voice down in case Han heard.

"Costs a fucking bomb that's how much it costs. That's why I never have any money," he answered, frowning angrily at me.

I looked at him in shock. "You think you have it hard? You pay me Hundred and fifty bucks ( in Us dollars ) a month, Seojoon, that doesn't even cover his food for goodness' sake!" He had no idea how hard it was being single parent, working as hard as you can but still knowing that your wages weren't enough to cover the bills each month. I hated to rely on people for anything, especially Seojoon, but I didn't have a choice. If he didn't pay my child support then Han and I wouldn't be able to get through the month - that was why I put up with his worthless ass.

He sighed and shook his head. "Let's not get into this argument in front of your boy toy." He jutted his chin in Kook's direction, sneering lightly. I glanced over at Jungkook apologetically, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at Seojoon angrily, his whole body tense.

Wow, if looks could kill...

I turned my attention back to Seojoon. "Fine, but can you get me the money for the ticket? Ask your mom for a loan or something?" I pleaded.

"I don't think I'll be able to, Bunny." He didn't even look that bothered about it, and I felt my anger rise in my throat.

"You fucking asshole! You promised me you'd pay for it. The only reason I agreed that he could go was because you told me it wasn't a problem. He already knows about it now, Seojoon! Why did you let me tell him and build his hopes up if you knew you wouldn't be able to come through on it? Do you know how much he's looking forward to it?" I cried angrily.

My hand clenched. I wanted to punch him in his sorry face.

"I didn't know I wouldn't be able to afford it when I agreed. He'll get over it; it's not the end of the world, it's just a show." He rolled his eyes.

"Not to him it's not! You're a waste of space father sometimes, Seojoon, you really are," I hissed, swiping at the tear that fell down my face.

"Oh get a grip, Taehyung. The boy will live without seeing Disney on fucking Ice." He threw his hands up in exasperation.

Han skipped back into the room, smiling, with his bag on his back. I wiped my face quickly before picking him up and putting on a fake smile so he wouldn't know anything was wrong.

"Momma, why are you crying?" he asked, looking at me worriedly.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "I'm being silly. I'm just gonna miss you, that's all," I lied smoothly.

He hugged me tightly. "I won't go then, if you're sad."

I smiled at how sweet he was, and rubbed his back. "I'm fine, Hannie. You have to go because otherwise your daddy will be upset. And Nanna, she'll be sad too if you don't go there to see her."

He smiled but still looked a little worried. "Yeah, I know. I'll bring you back a cake from Nanna," he said before turning to Seojoon. "We will be baking cakes at Nanna's, won't we, Daddy?"

Seojoon nodded. "Probably, Buddy, she loves to bake cakes with you."

I kissed his cheek and set him down on his feet, avoiding eye contact with Seojoon so I wouldn't get angry and upset again. Han smiled up at Kook.

"I'll bring you a cake back too if you want. Nanna makes the bestest cakes ever," he enthused.

Jungkook laughed, smiling warmly at him. "Sure, Kid, sounds great."

I cleared my throat, willing my voice to come out normal and not like a hysterical banshee like I actually felt like. "Okay, so I've put a change of clothes and stuff in his bag for tomorrow, spare pyjamas just in case. Woody's in there too. You'll be feeding him before you bring him home tomorrow?" I asked, finally making eye contact ntact with Seojoon, feeling anger bubble up again at the sight of his stupid face.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, great. Just remember he goes to bed for seven thirty so if he could be home before then," I rambled, biting my lip, thinking everything through to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

"Yep, home before seven thirty. We can manage that, right, Buddy?"

He held a hand down to Han, who took it, grinning and nodding along with his dad. I sighed. I hated this goodbye part, even if it was only for a day.

"Okay, well bye, Baby. Have a great time with Daddy, don't eat too much candy and go straight to sleep, no fooling around tonight. Love you." I bent down and hugged Han tightly, kissing his cheek again.

"Love you too. Bye, Momma, bye, Uncle Kook," Han chirped happily. Jungkook smiled and waved as Seojoon led him out the door.

"See you tomorrow night," I said, trying not to show any emotions so that Han wouldn't get upset. "Seojoon, please try," I begged.

He frowned and nodded. "I'll try, but no promises."

No promises? The stupid asshole had already broken his promise so why would another one make a difference? I gritted my teeth so I didn't make some bitchy comment to him in front of our son. When the door closed I grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it until all my breath was gone, then I threw it as hard as I could at the front door. His stupid waste of space father was going to break my baby's heart, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.

My tears started to fall as I imagined the look on Han's face when I told him he wouldn't be able to go, and it would be my responsibility to tell him. Seojoon ruined it, and I got to break the news to his son, the same as every other time he screwed up. Something gripped my shoulder, turning me around, and I suddenly remembered that Jungkook was there, and had just seen my little outburst that I usually only let out when I was alone.

Concern was clear across his face as he shook his head lightly.

"I'll pay for Han's ticket, you don't need to get upset about it," he said, bending down so our faces were level as he wiped my tears with his thumbs.

My heart stopped at the adorable gesture. I couldn't help but make direct contrasts between him and my ass of an ex-boyfriend. Why couldn't a guy like Jungkook have gotten me pregnant? A sweet guy that took his responsibilities seriously, and would provide for his child, no matter what the cost. Or, better yet, just turned up when he was supposed to and didn't disappoint his kid over and over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. I couldn't let him pay for Han, he wasn't his responsibility and I couldn't take advantage of him like that. As much as I wanted to let him just so I wouldn't have to see the disappointed look on my baby's face, I just couldn't let him do it.

"It's okay, you don't need to do that," I whispered, pressing my face against his neck, letting his delicious smell fill my lungs.

"I want to, Tae."

I sniffed and pulled back, wiping my face, trying not to sob like I felt like doing. I was actually surprised that Jungkook wasn't running a mile from me after seeing Seojoon and I argue in front of him like that. I pulled him over to the sofa and pushed him down, then sat on his lap, straddling him, tangling my hands into the back of his hair. His beautiful, soft, caring brown eyes were locked on mine.

"Jungkook, that's really, really sweet of you to offer, but I can't let you do that. Han's my responsibility, and I can't accept," I rejected. "But thank you so much for the offer."

I pressed my lips against his, silently showing him how much that offer had meant to me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him, pressing my chest against his as his soft lips moved in synchronisation with mine, making my whole body crave for more. More of his touch, more of his taste, just more of him. I'd never be able to get enough.

"Let me pay for his ticket," he whispered against my lips.

I pulled back to look at him, trying to ignore the cute, pleading puppy dog expression that was plastered on his face. "I can't, Kook. Thank you, but I can't let you do that." I pressed my forehead to his and closed my eyes.

He sighed, his forehead scrunching up under mine so I knew he was frowning. "Stripes, I don't-" he started, but I cut him off by kissing him again. He kissed me back hungrily; I pulled away when I was getting slightly breathless.

"Don't say anything else," I said sternly, ending the conversation. I kissed his lips again, trying my best not to let his obvious disappointment affect me. He was probably doing it thinking he needed to spend money on Han to get him to accept him, when, in total honesty, I could already see that he adored him.

"Okay," he muttered, forcing a smile as he brushed my hair behind my ears.

I decided to try and lighten the mood; I didn't want him all disappointed and us to feel uncomfortable all day. This was our day, and I was going to make sure we both enjoyed it.

"Do you know that you've made my son want to be a cop?" I asked, cocking my head to the side, raising one eyebrow accusingly.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yep. He wants to know how to shoot a gun so that you two can arrest all the bad guys and be partners like Buzz and Woody."

He burst out laughing, his eyes shining with what looked like pride, and I couldn't help but smile back. He really had a beautiful smile, it lit his whole face. "I'll be Buzz, I don't want to be the skinny sheriff doll," he joked.

I laughed wickedly. "You do know he can't really fly though, right? And the laser is just a light bulb," I teased, using one of the lines from the movie that I knew word for word.

His eyes widened and he shook his head in mock disapproval. "Must you ruin all of my fantasies?"

"I ruin your fantasies? Or are you just annoyed because I haven't made any of them come true yet?" I teased, trying to look sexy as I raised one eyebrow, going for the cocky, teasing face that he did to me all the time.

His hold on me tightened. "Yet?"

I nodded and inched my face closer to his. "Mmm hmm, yet being the right word, Officer Jeon," I whispered, biting his bottom lip softly.

"Damn it, Stripes, we need to go out otherwise I'm going to pin you on my lap all day and have you flirt with me until you lose your voice," he whined, looking me over slowly. His eyes were so lustful that my body tingled in all the right places. He was right though, we did need to go.

I sighed dramatically and pushed myself up off his lap, laughing as he playfully swatted my ass. "Come on then, let's go meet the parents," I suggested, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

He grinned and stood up. "Just to warn you, my family, they're not exactly... normal," he said, wincing slightly.

I recoiled at his choice of words. "Not normal?"

He shrugged. "You'll see."

Wow, that doesn't sound good.

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To be continued ........

Time to meet the jeon fam

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