~Y/N POV~

Sitting on the cushion underneath my butt that gives comfort while I sit on the floor. I kept my eyes on jeonsan. My son.

I can't help it but I have these moments where I'll just watch him rather than anything else. I love him with all my heart and there's nothing I wouldn't do for this boy. On the plus side he's so adorable with his doe like eyes and rosy chubby cheeks. He's my little guy and always will be no matter how old he is.

Right now he's oblivious to my stare because he's fully concentrated on colouring in his Disney colouring book. Now he's using the red crayon to colour in mufasas red mane. But that doesn't stop him from chewing on his bottom lip with full focus. A cute little habit he has when he concentrates.

I reach out and soothe my fingers randomly through his black hair. He doesn't even flinch since I do this rather often.  All he does is pause for a moment in colouring, flashes me a bunny smile like his fathers and returns his attention back to his picture.

Jeonsan is very artistic for his age.

My room is filled with framed pictures he's drawn and the hallway in the apartment is no different. I take pride in my sons art work even for a four year old. But soon he will be five and there will be another addition our little family.

Jeonsan obviously knows he's getting a sibling and he's very excited. He's looking forward to being a big brother but he wants a sister. Jeonsan expressed he didn't feel comfortable sharing his toys with a brother but we can't help what gender this baby is.

All those thoughts aside, I'm spending one on one time with my son today due to gong away to New York tomorrow morning. Jungkooks mom is picking jeonsan up later tonight before bed time and he's looking forward to it.

"Mama?" Jeonsan

His little inquisitive voice brings me out my thoughts. I hummed at him and dropped my blue crayon in my hand to the table. I forgot I even had it.

Jeonsans eyes never left his picture and continues to colour but he tilts his head in my direction.

"What is it sweetie?"

"Can namjoonie be my daddy?" Jeonsan

I choked on air. Literally.

Coughing on nothing I patted my chest and my sons eyes finally lifted off the paper.

"You okay mama?" Jeonsan

I nod and regain my posture and catch my breath. Where the heck did that come from?

"I'm okay baby. Erm, what makes you ask that question?"

My son shrugs his shoulders and drops his crayon to grab his rocket ship themed sippy cup with a straw. His wide eyes still watching me.

"I weally, weally like him. He help me win games. I want to be smart like him." Jeonsan

I suppress a laugh and again reach out to tussle his hair.

"You are smart jeonsan."

The boy shrugs as if it means nothing but eyes the rocket ships on his cup. As he does a gasp leaves him and his eyes widen more than their usual side.

"What if namjoonie smart to build rockets?! Can he build one?" Jeonsan

Now this time I do laugh at his hopeful voice that's now high pitched with excitement. I'm sure if Namjoon really put his mind to it, he would be able to build or at least design a perfectly well made rocket.

"Namjoon is smart but the building rocket ships subject, you're going to have to ask him."

Jeonsan nods confidently before sipping on his straw and drinking his apple juice.

"I will mama. So.......can namjoonie be my dad?" Jeonsan

His hopeful eyes stared back at me and I smiled back not saying a word to him. Honestly I don't know what to tell him right now.

Jungkook is his biological dad but I'm in a relationship with both Namjoon who jeonsan wants to be his dad and jeonsans biological dad. And I'm about to have another child relating to Jungkook.

I rub my belly thinking about it but jeonsans waiting eyes were eating away at me right now.

"What about Jungkookie? I like him too. He gives me cake." Jeonsan

I gasp at that and slump my hands flat down on the table.

"He does? When?"

Again my son shrugs but sips on his straw before answering and placed the sippy cup down on the coaster beside him in the coffee table.

"Everytime I'm at his house. It was our secret." Jeonsan

He giggles and places his little hands over his mouth. I laugh at his cuteness and playfully roll my eyes at him. He's a little monkey. Maybe I should mention it to Jungkook at I know his secret? Now that would be funny.

There was a sudden knock to the front door so while chuckling and a mighty push from myself to get up off the floor I go to answer the door. All the while looking back to my son watching me with a grin.

"We'll talk about the cake thing later okay?"

I point at him and he giggles but nods his little head and resumes back to his colouring. Thankfully the topic about who can be his dad has slipped from main view. I really don't know how to answer that or what to tell him.

Unlocking the door it clicked open and I stepped to the side, but to see who my true visitor is, my happy self slipped away and my smile instantly dropped to a scowl.

"What are you doing at my apartment flora? More importantly how do you know where I live?"

The devil herself scoffs at me, rolling her eyes and pushes me to the side by her arm to my chest. I almost stumbled over my feet at her force but caught myself by the door. Holding onto the wood and blinking in surprise.

Realisation hit me hard when she stepped into my home and clicked her heels off my floor to a stop by my living room.

Leaving the door open I rushed to her side and grabbed her by the arm. She hissed at me and clawed at my hand.

"Don't touch me unless you want to make a scene in front of your son." Flora

Her nasty fake ass grin made me want to puke and I allowed her to peel my fingers off her arm. That's when I glanced to jeonsan watching the both of us from his seat by the coffee table.

His innocent little eyes looking back and forth between flora and I curiously. He's never seen flora before and I'm very picky to who my child is around. So jeonsan will automatically assume flora must be a friend of mine.

"Hello." Jeonsan

His sweet little child voice was almost enough to melt me but my protective motherly instincts told me to keep focus. To get this bitch out my apartment and far away from my son.

"Hi." Flora

She waved at him in a bored tone but jeonsan just blinked at her numbly and then carried on with his colouring as if she wasn't in the room. I smiled at my boy proudly but dropped it when flora scoffed and twirled on her heels to turn her back to him.

"Not a very bright child is he? Takes after the mother I suppose." Flora

As much as I wanted to punch her face in right now I checked on my son first. He didn't look up so react in anyway to say her words meant something to him. Good.

"What the hell are you doing here Flora? Get out of my apartment."

I whisper yelled at her but grabbed her again and dragged her back to my front door only for her to shove me again but this time more harder than the last. Her hands shoved me by the shoulders and I fell back first into the wall adjacent the front door. I managed to keep down a Yelp so I wouldn't alarm jeonsan around the corner in the living room.

"I told you to keep your hands off me. Are you fucking retarded?" Flora

Gritting my teeth together I cradled my bump protectively. I have two beings to keep safe in here, Jeonsan and my unborn baby.

"Get out of my apartment Flora."

She rolls her eyes at me and picks at her manicured nails.

"Relax. I simply came to check out the box you call a home. No competition my home was always better than yours. My life in general is better in fact." Flora

"Yeah and that's why Jungkook thought you were such a catch he threw you out his office multiple times."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes at her but my sarcasm fuels a spark in her dark eyes. Her glare burning into my soul on the spot.

"Jungkook does think I'm better than you! He just pity's you and acts the way he does to get in your pants. Nothing more you whore." Flora

I sighed but glanced towards the direct of my son around the corner. I hope he's not listening to any of this.

"I came here to show you, your place. I'm better than you in every way. Looks. Money and smarts." Flora

I snort a laugh. What the hell?

"Smarts?"

I bit my lip to contain my laughter but it was so hard to not laugh.

"Yeah. Smarts. Your brain. Keep up will you? God you keep proving just how dumb up really are." Flora

I didn't react but had to look down to the floor to control myself. If I laugh she'll go crazy and god knows what she'll do.

"Anyway. This is a warning that I can find you where ever you are. So when you're in New York for 'work'......"

Flora used air quotations and it surprised me she knew how to use them. 

"I will always know what you're doing with my husband. My man and I'll be keeping taps on all of you. Including Namjoon." Flora

I ignored that she referred to Jungkook as her husband and instead I giggled a little bit in return she scowls at me.

"What?!" Flora

"Taps? Don't you mean tabs?"

"Yeah that what I said. Taps." Flora

I started to laugh at her at this point. I couldn't help myself. I honestly didn't think she was this stupid. A mastermind that managed to manipulate Jungkook for years, abandon her daughter and hide for years while stalking Jungkook. Is she seriously that stupid?

However my laughter was short lived when a hard slap stung against my left cheek. Stunned I cupped the sting on my skin and stared in shock at the woman that just slapped me.

"Next time it'll be your fucking belly. No one makes a fool out of me." Flora

"You make a fool out of yourself Flora."

Flora gasped and twirled around to see Namjoon now standing in the doorway between my apartment and the outside corridor. I felt relief to see him here but the way he was looking at her was dead serious. As if one wrong move and his look alone will be enough to kill her. Even I didn't dare move.

Namjoons eyes glanced towards me and they widened when they settled on the red mark that must be on my cheek. I wouldn't be surprised if the evidence of her assault is visible.

Without another word Namjoon grabbed Flora by back of her Chanel jacket and shoved her out the door. Flora squealed like a piglet but before she could get a word in he slammed the door in her face and locked it.

"Namjoon I'm...."

My words paused when he cupped my face gently under my jaw to examine my face. His soft eyes searching every inch of my face before he breathes heavily through his nostrils and out through his mouth.

"I'm sorry." Namjoon

I placed my hands over his and smiled softly.

"I'm okay. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Namjoon sighs again and places a soft kiss to my lips before finally letting me go to step back. But his eyes lingering to my belly longer than he normally does. I reached for me but he beat me to it when he cradled my bump in his large hands.

"She didn't touch you here did she? I heard her threat." Namjoon

He spat out the last word like acid on the tongue but I shook my head.

"No. Never."

"What about jeonsan? Is he okay? Did anything else happen? What was she even doing here?!" Namjoon

His rambling of questions started to show his distress over floras presence more than mine but I just took his hands, entwined out fingers and took him into the living room.

The moment we entered the living room jeonsan spotted him from the spot I left him in and jumped up to his feet.

"Namjoonie!!!" Jeonsan

The boy ran towards Namjoon with arms open wide and Namjoon dropped my hands, stretching a smile to his face and catching jeonsan as he jumped up into Namjoons arms.

I stood to the side watching them talk to each other. Namjoons distress state distracted for now and I take the chance to go check out my face. Obviously I'm going to have to tell Jungkook what happened and I don't think that's going to go down very well.