The morning was cold, and Jungkook tightened his coat around himself as he stepped into the small café where he worked. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the sweetness of pastries, but to him, it was just another day of survival.
Behind him, jihyun trotted in, his tiny hands clutching the strap of his little backpack.
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
"i told you to stay home but you don't listen to me ."
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤
" Now go to the corner over there and read your book."okay."
𝙅𝙞𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣
" Ok mama , i will be a good boy. Don't worry."
The café was modest—nothing fancy, just a small space with a few wooden tables and a counter lined with an old cash register. Jungkook had taken the job as a waiter because it was the only work he could find with flexible hours. It didn’t pay much, but it kept him and jihyun fed.
𝙅𝙞𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣
After sometime jihyun come "Mama, can I help today? please " jihyun asked, his big eyes filled with determination.
Jungkook hesitated. he hated seeing him in this environment, hated that he had to witness his exhaustion. But he also knew his little bundle of joy —his heart was too big for his small body, and no matter how many times he told him he didn’t have to, he always wanted to help.
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