~Y/N POV~

"Jeonsan come on now, get out the bath."

Holding out a towel for him he whined, pouting like the little baby he is.

"I don't wanna." Jeonsan

"Come on now, it's time for bed."

He nodded, standing up carefully in the bath to grab the towel and wrap around himself. Once wrapped up I picked him up and set him back down to his feet.

"Your pjs are on your bed, you go change and I'll warm up the hair dryer for you okay?"

He nods with those eager eyes off his and takes off running to his room across the hall. It's literally out one door and into the other. I chuckled seeing him react so eagerly to change now that the hair dryer has been mentioned. He loves the dryer because he likes to make funny faces when the warm air blows in his face.

Heading into the living room I picked up the dryer, plugging it into the socket beside the couch and made sure it was on the right setting. Just warm and not too hot or cold for him.

From the corner of the room I could hear my phone ringing.

"That's odd."

I mumbled to myself, getting up to go pick up my phone on the small table. Looking down at the ID, it was unknown so I hesitated to pick it up but I did anyway.

"Hello?"

"Y/n, it's Jungkook and I know it's late, I'm sorry but I've been looking every where for that one piece of paper with the chart figures for Kang Enterprises. You don't happen to know where it is do you?" Jungkook

A part of me was relieved that it was only him and not some marketing company trying to offer me something but at the same time I was a little creeped out that he has my number.

"How did you get my number Jungkook?"

"Oh, er I asked Taehyung for you information so I could ask you about the charts. So do you know where it is?" Jungkook

I sighed, rubbing my forehead from an on coming headache. Great, he has my number, there's no getting away from that now. Unless I change my number but should I really do that?

"It should be in the filing cabinet beside the window. Top drawer, third file from the front."

I listened to him carefully moving around, opening the cabinet and flicking through the other files until I heard him sigh softly.

"Thank fuck. Seriously I would of been done for if I didn't have these for the morning. Thanks Y/n." Jungkook

"Your welcome."

A small smile just so happened to appear across my face. I don't know why but it was nice to feel appreciated for once.

"Mommy I'm ready!" Jeonsan

Oh crap.

Turning around I came to see Jeonsan standing by the living room door in all his glory, wearing his dinosaur pjs with pride. But his wet hair made him all the more adorable.

"I'll dry your hair in a minute okay?"

He nods happily but then gasps.

"Oh! Do you know where Mr Tickles is? I can't find him." Jeonsan

I smiled at my son and approached him, squatting down to his level just to brush back some of his damp hair. His loving smile towards me was enough to melt any heart.

"Did you check under the bed again?"

"Oh yeah!! I forgot!" Jeonsan

Attempting to click his fingers which is something he's learning at day care, and took off running towards his room again. I chuckled at his behaviour and stood back up.

But then I remembered I was on the phone to Jungkook. A loud gasp left me and I brought the phone back up to my ear.

"Jungkook? Are you still there?"

I received no response but checking the phone it showed it was still connected and on going.

"Hello?"

A throat was cleared from his side and I knew he was still actually there.

"Yeah sorry I'm here." Jungkook

"You have the chart now right?"

"Oh, y-yeah. I have it now, thank you." Jungkook

"Alright I better go now. Bye."

"Bye Y/n and sweet dreams for the both of you." Jungkook

The call cut off before I could say anything but I shrugged it off and shoved the phone into my pocket just in time for a certain happy little boy to come skipping back into the living room with his stuffed monkey teddy bear.

"Mommy he was under the bed!" Jeonsan

Holding out my hand for him he took it without question and I led him to the couch. Pulling him up to sit on my lap, I took the comb from the small coffee table and combed his hair while he played with Mr Tickles. I took the opportunity to peck the back of his head with a kiss, in the process smelling his hair which was scented with his baby shampoo that I still use on him. It smells so nice but this is my little baby on my lap.

No matter what he's my son, even if Jungkook is his father. It's always been Jeonsan and I.

~JUNGKOOK POV~

Sweet dreams to the both of you?

What the fuck was that?

Staring at my phone now on my desk I honestly can't stop smiling. I heard his voice for the first time. It's the first thing I have ever even gotten close to assure he's actually a living breathing person.

That was my son.

He sounds happy at least but I had no doubt Y/n wouldn't be a good mother. Even when we were actually together.

But now that joy I had in my chest, turned to guilt and hatred towards myself. If I hadn't left, I would be with him right now helping out for the night but at the same time it's not like I'm home right now putting my daughter to bed. She's with my mom.

I looked up to the ceiling, taking small breaths to get myself together. My guilt was eating away at me, it's been doing so ever since I left, which got worse when I saw Y/n on her first day here a week ago and now hearing my son's voice for the first time. It's an indescribable feeling that filled my head with negative thoughts.

Breaking down in tears I slumped my head to my desk, using my hands to cover the back of my head as I sobbed. I only have myself to blame causing pain to Y/n and whether he knows it or not but my son.

If only I didn't leave but if I didn't what would of happened to my daughter?

I can't even imagine.

But hopefully in time I can make things right for all of us over time but first my mission is to get back at her family for partly being the reason to her suffering.