Third Person's POV
"Where's my handsome boy?" Jin smiled, kneeling down so he could pick up his son.
His son, walked towards his dad, letting go of the nanny.
"Dada!" He extended his little arms, finally reaching Jin.
"There's my little boy." He smiled, picking him up in his arms.
He walked towards the living room as the nanny followed behind them, explaining what they had done during the day today.
"... and we just ate dinner, we are about to get ready for a bath now."
Jin turned to the nanny.
"I got it from here! You can go!"
"But-"
Jin sighed and turned to her,
"It's fine! I got this! It's not the first time I'm taking care of my son."
"Alright, sir! Have a great night!"
The nanny excused herself and after picking up her stuff, she left.
"Now, Young Min, are you ready for a bath?" Jin smiled, holding up his son.
Kim Young Min, Jin's one year old son.
As a single father after Madison left, he did a great job in raising his son.
With only the nanny taking care of him while Jin's at work, he does the whole work.
Staying up late, taking care of him when he's sick, changing his diapers, loving him more than a person ever could.
The biggest weakness that Jin has would be his one and only son.
He would turn the whole world upside down for his son.
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Namjoon walked inside his room, Eveleen following behind him with the first aid kit.
He slowly sat down on the bed while Eveleen was getting everything ready to treat his wounds.
"This is going to hurt a little."
She warned before walking over to him.
She put her hand under his chin, slowly moving his head the way she was going to treat him.
Holding a little piece of cutton with alcohol in it, she gently tried to treat his wound.
"Ah!" Namjoon winced.
"Oh my god! Sorry. It won't take long." She replied in panic.
She began gently treating his wound again.
She was so focused that she didn't know he had been watching the whole time.
"You keep gritting your teeth." He commented softly.
She shook her head, "Huh?"
"You keep gritting your teeth." He said again.
"I tend to do that when I'm focused I guess." She shrugged.
His hands slowly reached her waist, pulling her closer to his body, her small body fitting just right in the middle of his legs.
"Uh.."
"Thank you." He smiled.
She had her left hand placed on his right shoulder, supporting herself.
Her knees were going weak at how close they were.
"For what?"
She asked confusedly.
"Taking care of me." He sighed.
"I shouldn't be doing this at all, but... I can't help myself. All this time I said I was going to kill you when you came home but after seeing you like that... my heart dropped."
He smiled.
"I guess you won't kill me then."
She shook her head.
"Nope. I will wait till you get a little better and then I will kill you."
She giggled.
He flashed her his beautiful smile, showing off his dimples.
"This is my favourite look on you." She said after a while.
"All beaten up?"
"No. I meant your smile." She rolled her eyes before biting her lip.
"But I can't deny the sight infront of me is quite sexy."
He smirked.
"Oh yeah?"
He leaned back, grabbing her by the waist in the process.
"Oh! Namjoo-"
She put her hands on either side of him, supporting herself up.
"Can you do me a favor?"
She furrowed her brows, "Yes?"
"Don't ever leave me!"
(End of chapter 45.)