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Jungkook hated his job.

Of course it is the most la-dah-dah statement in the world, which literally everyone would say the moment you ask them about work.
He still remembers the way he fumed when he heard the pastry-taster guy on Discovery channel saying he hates his job. Like what the fuck? Dude you get paid to eat cakes made by world's best chefs?? Thankless much?

Ugh, anyways, so Jungkook hated his job. This is absolutely not what he had in his mind when he applied for job at the dog café downtown; he giddily dreamt of serving expensive coffees to cute guys while patting some adorable puppies. Not this.

But here he is, almost at dusk of 7pm, flagging the café flyers on the roadside in an embarrassing Iron Man costume that is two size too small for him, pinging too deep into the crotch squeezing his...um.. atom bombs and sex pistol.

Not to mention the mask that is normally supposed to cover till neck was probably made for the face of a Chihuahua because a human 'who breathes' cannot for the love of God fit into it; and honestly the job is not worth death. So he has the mask folded above his forehead like a beanie.

Therefore the eyes he rolls at everyone who passes by him without reading a flyer is quite out in the open and he couldn't care less about it.
That is until another little boy (too little for this big world) taps at his calf and his eyes roll to another dimension in annoyance.

"Mister Iron Man?"

Oh great! another spawn of Satan requesting to show a supersonic flight and missile projection.

"Ekshcooz me, mister Iron Man sir?"

Even though he practically melted at how endearing the designations were in that sugar sweet voice, he chooses to ignore the boy poking a finger on his leg and gets back to his 'super-fun' work like he doesn't see him.

The boy however is either innocently clueless or relentlessly ignorant because when not given attention, he choses to sit on Jungkook's foot and hug his leg like his life depends on it and although the sight is pretty cute as is, it does tick the man's annoyance a little.

"Listen, I do not have any flight power, boy. Nor can I shoot lasers with my eyes. Ok? I have to work!"

"I d-don't want your lashers. I want to you to help me save Mada!"

Suddenly the boy's already big eyes go bigger and it doesn't seem far fetched that he may even start crying any moment. Jungkook sighs and picks up the boy in his arms where he instantly clutches at his shoulders with little fists.

"Huh? What's a Mada?"

"Mada is.. a... Mada." He explains nodding with a serious face as if he just let out a great piece of information making the man he was held by chuckle.

"Okayyy... Where is it?"

"That way!" He points to the road turn a few steps away and Jungkook starts to follow the finger with the boy in arms.

"Hello, my name is Dwae. Nice to meet you. I'm fine, thank you. And you?" He suddenly rambles a rehearsed monologue of his introduction extending a hand to shake formally although the face still filled with worry.

Jungkook cooed out loud and hugged him a little closer. "Hi Dwae. I think you're the cutest boy ever."

"Hmm.. so I've heard." He nods proudly and gasps as soon as they take the turn for the road. "Look! There they are! Smelly is troububbling Mada!!" He climbs off of Jungkook's arms who in time catches the sight the little boy was pointing at.

He could see the back of the giant sized drunktard he often sees whenever his shift in this area, who apparently loves to cause sorts of altercations at all times.

Without a linger, he stepped ahead and tapped on the man's back after instructing Dwae out of the view. The man turns with an unamused twitch of lips while finally displaying the man he was buzzing over.

And that's how Jungkook saw an actual angel for the first time.

Looking distressed and slightly angered, but that could be because of his fall from heaven, his plump and glistening lips were a subtle shade of purple perhaps from the black current ice cream cone that was held in his hand tightly.

"Wrong address for your dress-up party, weirdo. Fuck off!" Clearly drunk off his head, the 'smelly' slurs to Jungkook without a proper glance.

The man though... the gorgeous, beauteous, absolute jaw- droppingly handsome piece of heaven, that man, spared a tired worrisome glance to Jungkook (or more to his attire) before looking back to the drunktard who he had stepped back from in the meanwhile. "Look mister, I think I made myself pretty clear that I have no interest in you."

First of all, who the hells talks that politely to someone bugging the hell out of them? Secondly, who the hell looks that gorgeous while talking to someone bugging the hell out of them? Thirdly who the hell can be so mesmerising doing the bare minimum? What the hell?

"Kindly step back from my personal space, or else-" he speaks while raising himself on his tip toes to look over the giant man's shoulder perhaps for the kid that Jungkook had asked to stay clear of the area.

"Or else what?" The man smirks and takes a step ahead eliciting a step back from the other. "You're gonna call your iron man to the rescue, huh?" He glances over the shoulder to smirk over Jungkook which turns into a scowl instantly.

"What the fuck do you thinking are you recording there?" He swats a hand towards the phone that Jungkook had held up, fruitlessly as the weirdly dressed boy efficiently flings it to the other hand.

"Nothing, Smelly, just making a little memoir for the police to look back to, he.he.he!" He grins cheekily glancing at his screen when the obviously irked man turns completely to him and starts to approach. "Oooh have I angered the big guy... ooh you gonna crush my skull between your non-existing thigh gap??"

As Jungkook continues to press the man's buttons and seemingly enjoying that; the apparent angel suddenly 'whistles'.

Not a rhythm or a tune, just random squeaky whistles sounds come out of his curled lips like an overfilled dumpling cooker.
Confused by the untimely flirt antics, Jungkook looks at him and catches a horrified expression on the soft features and yet nevertheless looking ethereal.

The pitch of the angel's horror whistles raises and it's almost like he's hyperventilating when the concerned 'iron man' catches where the prettiest eyes dart to.

And it's way too late when he understands it all, and the drunkie is already whipping out a shiny silver pocket knife from his back pocket or ass-crack, who knows.
Jungkook's blood runs cold. So much from being an angel's saviour to now two seconds away from shitting his pants.

"H-hah! H-haha... i-if you.. if y-you t-think I'm scared of t-this.." A shaky step back is taken when the man takes a giant one ahead.
"...t-then you're a-absolutely right.. U-uncle smelly, please .."

Another step ahead and Jungkook would've already been on the doors of heaven with a slit throat.
(And It better be heaven, or else Mr. God best prepare a damn refund for all the cat food he bought to feed the stray kitty that visited his grandma's house.)

But before that happens the angel, oh dear beautiful angel, shoves his icecream cone into the man's eyes and rubs hard enough for a lacerated eye and a brain freeze.
Jungkook's head concords quickly and he takes Smelly's yelping time to take off his folded up mask and stretches it over the man's face all down to his chin causing him to shrivel in panic and accidentally bang his head on the alley wall.

The angel by then grabs the pocket knife which had flown from the hand as soon as the icecream facial happened and quickly ran back to where Jungkook was now smushing his head against the wall with all his force mumbling "Take that! you smelly-ass bitch!!"

He got pulled away by his shoulder and saw the other with the knife in hand. "No, Angel! Don't kill him, you'll go to jail!! We're not even married yet-"

Before his ramble culminates, the man, umm.. Mada? (What a disgrace of a name) pulls out on the strings tied tightly in the waistband of the man's sweats and cuts them off causing the loose sweats to fall, efficiently engaging the man to rush to hold them.

"Go! Go! Go!" He grabs Jungkook's hand and sprints out of the alley down the road where the kid is waiting worriedly, with the tight supersuit clad man tumbling along.

"MADA!!!" Dwae yells and jumps up with wide arms, receiving a reciprocated excited but panting wide smile and lift into the arms. "MR. IRON MAN SIR SAVED YOU!!"

"More like I saved him.." He looks back the boy scratching the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "...but I guess that worked out fine too. Didn't it, Mr. Iron Man sir?"

"Uh.. I.. uh inculcate the value of self defence amongst my people.." Jungkook ruffles his hair that until now had been sticking to his skull like a bald-cap thanks to the coin sized mask he featured on his head. "So technically I was the one who saved you Mister.. Mada?"

"Taehyung." The man beautifully laughed. "Kim Taehyung."

"Thank God! You look too angelic for that ugly name!"

"Hey!" Dwae pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, making Jungkook lean in and give a little kiss on his bloated cheekies.
"He's my Mama and Dada.. so Mada!" He claps excitedly.

"Wow that's so...." Jungkook trails but waits for Dwae to look away and once he does, mouths towards Taehyung "fucking stupid" earning a swat on his arm.

"Says the guy in a shrunken sized halloween costume in the middle of March." Taehyung feigns annoyance but fails to hold back the smile constantly adorning his unblemished face.

"Iron Man has duties, y'know." He takes out a rolled up flyer from his glowing belt. "You should take me and Dwae for a coffee at this dog café... to thank us ofcourse."

"Ofcourse." Taehyung smiles wider and also grabs the phone Jungkook extends with the number keypad opened.

"And if you give me your number, I could even get you a discount."

Taehyung chuckled putting down the boy who had his interest sucked in the dancing machine across the street. "My my, aren't you the real super hero."

"That I am."

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"That I am."
Jungkook mumbles with his head hanging low and hands clutched into his lap as he sat on the chair of the dining table.

"And irresponsible!"

"That too." He nodded still not looking up, too engaged biting back the pout.

"And you!" Taehyung turns to the boy with the similar posture and pout seated on the adjacent chair. "This is the last time you get icecream in a very very long time, am I clear?"

"B-but Mada.. it was his idea." With a small chubby finger he points to the man beside, earning a dramatic gasp for him.

"You evil liar!!"

"Enough! I don't care whose idea it was, it was you who knows how severe stomach ache you get if you have too much of it. Do you have any idea how worried you two got me?"

"I'm sorry." "Sorry."

"Now go to your room!" Both get up in unison and start to move. "Just Dwaejun, not you."

Jungkook halted instantly and bit his tongue until the kid was out of sight. As soon as that happened he feels a harsh hand over his chest and the next moment he is pinned against the refrigerator with an unyielding leg between his thighs.

"A-Angel-"

"What were you trying to bribe him for?"

"B-bribe? Psssht no.. me? what? I didn't-"

"I'll count to three, and you know what happens after that. One."

"Tae baby what-"

"Two."

"It'd been a while since i took Dwae out-"

"Three."

"Okay! Jeez. Okay! I wanted to convince him to tell you that he wanted to stay at my mom's for this long weekend so we could have some loud as fuck sex for our first anniversary without this devil knocking on the door with a baseball bat to beat me for hurting you! He won't stop eating, I didn't know he'd end up with the tummy ache! And that I'll be cornered like this with your leg between my fragile misters! God! You're scary!"

Giggling sweetly, all the fake huff smoothened into the cheery comma-eyed smile, Taehyung leaned up to place a long peck on the pouty lips. "Can't believe I have two kids now!"

"Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm your son's future father and if you've forgotten... I'm Iron Man!"

"Mm." Taehyung nuzzled into the warm embrace that enveloped him rumbling with a laugh like his own. "I love you my Iron Man."

"As you should, you scary-ass stress-whistling angel."

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I'm not even sorry about the low quality of this drabble. I wrote it within 30 minutes.

It's been a while.

Thank you for sparing your time even if I'm MIA most days.

So Much love ❤️