With Love || Hayden x Reader - Chapter 2
A/N: This series is heavily inspired by Love Rosie/Where Rainbows End.
Warning: Fluff, a blink-and-miss pang of sadness (??)
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Previously On With Love
All mistakes are mine own. Non-beta’d.
"Yes.", you said nodding. You took the kettle off the stove and let Hayden up the stairs to your room, where the baby was sleeping in your bed. You walked inside and towards the bed.
You carefully removed the pillows you placed on the sides so as not to wake Alex. You sat up on the bed next to Alex before you looked back at the door to where Hayden was now standing. "Come on.", you said waving towards the bed.
"He's so...", he paused for a second searching for a word to describe his son, "...beautiful". He turned to you with a curious smile which brought a certain glow to his eyes, those pale blue eyes, the same eyes that stared at you almost hauntingly for the past four months, "What's his name?", he asked pulling you out of the daze. "Alex", you said smiling knowingly. Hayden smiled to himself muttering, "Alex", and turned his gaze back to the baby, "That's a perfect name."
You wished you could capture a picture of this moment. Hayden was on his stomach, his right arm bend at the elbow, his index finger wrapped in your baby's fist while he was resting his head on the other hand. You were on your side next to Alex, watching Hayden smiling at the sleeping baby. A smile on your lips cherishing this union that was long overdue.
The two of you didn't speak for a long time. "You knew.", he whispered looking up from the baby to look at you. You shifted to sit up on the bed. "You knew, didn't you? At the coffee shop? You actually got in that day, didn't you?" You didn't say anything but nod. He looked up to look into your eyes. "You knew I would have altered my study plans and stuck around. I would've done absolutely anything to stay with you and *our* baby."
"Hayden, that is exactly why I didn't tell you. I knew you'd sacrifice everything and I couldn't let you do that."
"That wasn't your decision to make.", he said under his breath.
You slowly put your hand over his hand and softly said, "Hayden.."
He shook his head. "Not now. Right now I want to have this moment." "I know, I know. We can talk later.", you replied and retracted your hand. Hayden was looking at his son, your son as though this was the last time they'll meet. And you, you were reminiscing back to the time when.....
One year ago
Fifteen minutes had passed before you heard the bells clinging from the cafe's main entry from behind you. You being on the edge of your seat had been looking at the door after every single jingle of the bells and a mix of emotions ran right through you as you saw Hayden in his messy hair sporting his black t-shirt that never seems to get off of him.
"Have you been waiting too long?", he said pulling out the chair and sat down. You simply shook your head.
Being the childhood friends you were, you already had his chocolate milkshake with extra sprinkles ordered which he was quick to slurp up after the "apparent" jog he just ran. "So...?", he smiled as he whipped out a torn envelope from his back pocket and showed you, "I've got some news", he said grinning. "Oh my god, congratulations.", you said taking hands and squeezing them in yours.
"And yours?", he asked for which you responded with a bittersweet smile and shook your head and showed a torn envelope with the Boston Culinary School logo on it. "Oh Y/N", he took your hand, "You can apply again in 3 months and you can stay with me up in Boston and get thing set up, while you wait." "Hayden, it's alright. You don't have to.", you squeezed his hand, "Dad said that he can get me a job so I can get some work experience and then apply next year, I think it's a good suggestion, don't you?"
"I still wish you'd come with me..." *I wish I could too* "but as long as you are happy and you promise to come visit me, I am okay", Hayden said smiling and looked at you longingly. "I promise", you nodded. Hayden reflected your smile when his phone started blasting his Don't Stop Believin' tune, he gave a quick glance to the phone and went, "I have to run bub", he stood up, "I'll text you later?". You nodded l, after which you both stood up and hugged each other when he whispered in your ear, "Everything will be okay."
You watched Hayden as he exited the café and let out a sigh. Your attention turned to the little envelope in your hand which made you happy and sad at the same time, because little did Hayden know that you actually got into your dream college but a minor situation popped up from the most treasured night of yours and Hayden. You repeated in your head what Hayden told you last, "Everything will be okay", while your hand involuntarily moved over your belly.
Part Three
PS: Yep, chapter three is in the works. If y’all wanna be tagged, comment or just send me a DM
PPS: Sorry it took a year y'all. In my defense, the school had me writing essays all year long. Plus, I was majorly dissatisfied with the chapter for a long time, but this series is close to my heart so I pushed through and now we are here. Thank you so much to all of y'all for reading it! Much love!
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the nanny diaries ~ jjk
summary: you're ready to relax with a quiet valentine's night in until your son has different plans for you and jungkook.
✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the wish list
✨ pairing: jungkook x single mom!reader
✨ word count: 2.0k |✨ genre: fluff, cute |✨ rating: g
✨ warnings: a sassy 4yo (nothing new here), ha joon gets upset, reader gets caught by jk in an oversized pajama shirt with no bottoms
✨ a/n: idk where this drabble came from but here it is!
[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ]
You stayed up the night before hand-crafting twenty-five Valentine’s Day cards. Ha Joon’s teacher was adamant about each card being ‘filled with love from the heart.’ You weren’t going to argue because you had been lacking in your volunteer hours, and this was your way of making up for it. The dinner table was covered with glitter, foam rainbows, and googly eyes (Ha Joon’s choice, not yours). Your child really was his own person, and it was fun to see him come into that.
In the morning, Ha Joon shuffled into your room, grabbed a hold of your duvet, and pulled it off you, causing you to groan at the cold air hitting your bare legs.
“Mommy–I can’t find my pink hat.”
“Mm. Pink hat? The Kirby one?” you asked, your opened eyes still half asleep. Ha Joon shook you by the shoulders, trying to get you up. “Okay, okay. I’m up. I’m getting up.”
You propped yourself up, narrowing your eyes at the little man before you. “Ha Joon-ah, did you get dressed by yourself?” He wore a pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a green shacket. You had to give to the kid; he had style.
“Mommy!”
“Yes, baby. What?”
“My hat!”
“Oh, right.” You shook your head. Kirby hat, Kirby hat. Where could it be? Where had you seen it last? “Oh! I know where it is!” You quickly stood, running into the living room.
“Morning–”
You yelped, jolting your body back from the familiar voice, then you realized you were only wearing a pajama shirt, undies, and fuzzy socks. “Ah–Jeez,” you cleared your throat. “Morning, Jungkook. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” You flashed a smile, trying to be nonchalant while covering up your chest. February in Seoul was freezing, but you didn’t like going to bed with pants on, so this was your normal getup. Maybe it was time to start thinking of a new set of sleepwear.
“Cute…” he gave you the once-over. “...jammies.” Jungkook snickered at the shirt that said, ‘let me sleep.’ “I texted, saying I was coming over since I had an early day at the gym, but I guess you hadn’t seen the message yet.”
“Sorry, yes. I just woke up because I was up late last night finishing up Ha Joon’s Valentine’s cards.”
Jungkook had become accustomed to you and Ha Joon, making himself at home when he was over. He slurped the last of his cereal before speaking, “They look great, by the way. You have a real knack for glitter and googly eyes.”
You rolled your eyes because he was just being nice. You sucked at anything crafty. While other moms got to stay home and learn new hobbies, you worked to provide for yourself and Ha Joon. Once you tried crocheting, and it was bad all around because you had such a hard time following the patterns, so you gave up, but gluing and glitter—piece of cake, or so you thought.
You beamed a thin smile and blinked at him. “We haven’t known each other for that long, but I think I know when you’re lying.”
Jungkook laughed. “I’m not lying,” he said as he stood, heading over to the kitchen sink and setting down his bowl. “It’s cute, and I’m sure all the kids in his class will love it.”
That Jeon Jungkook was a sweet talker, alright, but you knew what looked good and what didn’t.
“Mommy,” Ha Joon walked in on the conversation, “did you find it?”
Ah, right, that’s what you were doing before Jungkook took you by surprise. You looked around the room, searching for the neon pink hat. “Found it!” you exclaimed, running over to the basket of toys in the corner. You picked it up, waving it in your hand.
Ha Joon squealed in excitement, running toward you. “I have my something pink for Valentine’s Day. What about you, mommy? You’re going to wear pink, right?”
Did you even own anything in the color pink? You were mentally going through your closet. “I have a red dress. Can I wear that?” You looked at Jungkook and realized he was wearing a pink denim overshirt, white tee, and pink cargo pants. You guessed Ha Joon made sure he got the Valentine’s Day dress code memo.
Ha Joon shrugged. “I’ll let you wear red.”
You scoffed. “Let me?”
“Yes, mommy!” he uttered, placing the hat on his head. “Jungkookie and I have to go to school now,” he huffed, grabbing his backpack and Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook mouthed, ‘I’ll see you later,’ as he was being dragged away by the four-year-old.
It was nearly time for Ha Joon and Jungkook to return from school. You figured you’d order in dinner, have some dessert, give Ha Joon and bath, put him to bed, then you could wind down with some red wine. It was the perfect plan to end Valentine’s Day.
That is until Ha Joon handed you a piece of paper in his cute little handwriting titled, ‘Wish List.’ You figured Jungkook helped him with the spelling unless your child was a genius.
“What’s this, baby?”
“It’s my wish list. It’s what I want to do for Valentine’s Day.” Ha Joon looked at Jungkook, grabbing him by the hand and making him sit at the dinner table.
Jungkook grinned. “Little man knows how to plan a date.”
You glanced over the list: dinner, dessert, painting, and hide and seek. “Oh, baby. This is so sweet. I love this list. What should we get for dinner?”
“No, mommy. I’m going to cook.”
“You are?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms at your peculiar child. “What are you going to cook?”
“It’s a surprise for you and Jungkookie.”
You turned to Jungkook. “Oh, my love. What if Jungkook has plans? What if he’s going out tonight with someone special?”
Ha Joon shook his head. “He’s not doing anything. I already asked, and he said yes. Right, Jungkookie? You’ll stay?”
“Jungkook, if you have things to do, please, by all means, don’t feel obligated to stay. I’m sure you have better things to do than spend Valentine’s Day with us.”
He beamed a grin at Ha Joon, ruffling his hair. “Nah–I promised little man I’d stay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
You and Jungkook put on the biggest fake smiles as you stared at one another across the table. The two of you watched Ha Joon prepare dinner and of course, he wouldn’t let anyone help him. You cringed when he dropped a piece of chocolate into the milk, swirling it around with a spoon. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you normally use chocolate syrup to make his favorite drink. But Ha Joon was so proud as he set down the bowls of Mac and cheese and chocolate milk.
“Bon appetit,” he announced with the biggest grin you’d seen. He took a bow before grabbing his usual bowl and a plastic cup of chocolate milk.
“Joon-ah.”
“Yes, mommy?”
“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat with us?”
“I’m going to eat in my room. This dinner is for you and Jungkook.”
With your mouth agape, you couldn’t believe that you were tricked by your own four-year-old. You tucked your hair behind your ear, looking down at the table before peering up at Jungkook. “Is this—a date?”
Jungkook had a closed-lip smile. “Looks like it.”
You were mortified and weren’t sure what to do at this point. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I have no idea what has gotten into him. Again, please feel free to leave. I’m definitely not paying you enough for doing stuff like this.”
Jungkook laughed. “You know I love spending time with you guys, right? This is better than sitting at home by myself, which is what I would’ve been doing anyway.”
It was hard to believe that someone who looked like Jungkook didn’t have any kind of plans for Valentine’s or maybe he just didn’t like the corporate made holiday. Either way, you felt bad for him hanging out with the two of you while he wasn’t on the clock.
“Well, thanks for um, indulging in Ha Joon’s shenanigans.”
“I’m always a willing participant.”
After dinner, came dessert which was popsicles, then painting. You thoroughly enjoyed painting because the thought was very cute and you just loved how Ha Joon’s mind worked. He made everyone paint each other how they saw the other person.
Ha Joon sneaked a glance at Jungkook’s painting. “Hey—you’re cheating.”
Jungkook moved the painting away from him. “I’m not cheating.”
“Yeah! You drew me and mommy. You were only supposed to paint mommy.”
He sighs. “Okay—I’m sorry I cheated but I wanted to paint both of you.”
“I wanna see.”
Jungkook turned his painting back toward you. It was a simple portrait of you and Ha Joon. He was sitting in your lap as your chin rested on top of his head, the two of you peering off to the side. Was there anything Jungkook wasn’t good at?
“It’s—” You were speechless. “Beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.”
He handed the painting to you, so you could further explore the details of it.
“Okay, now that we are done with painting. It’s time for hide and seek.”
You set the painting down, turning to Ha Joon. “Baby, it’s getting late. How about we play hide and seek another time, hmm? I still have to give you a bath.”
“But mommy—” he pouted, crossing his arms as he turned away from you.
“Ha Joon-ah, we can play next time I come to watch you, okay? We gotta get you off to bed soon, bud.”
He stood up, stomping his way to his room, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes widened at how upset he was. If there was more time in the day, then of course you’d play but you were sure that Jungkook wanted to get home as well.
“Joon-ah!”
Jungkook reached for your arm. “Hey—I got this.”
You were used to being the bad guy, but you were also thankful Jungkook was around to ease the tension. You watched him head to Ha Joon’s room. There were nothing but mere whispers and then an anguished cry from Ha Joon.
Immediately, you ran into the room. Jungkook stood to give the two of you some space to talk. You kneeled next to Ha Joon’s bed. His head was buried in between his forearms which were resting on his knees.
“Sweetheart, what if I take the day off tomorrow and we can play hide and seek all day?”
Ha Joon’s teary, glazed eyes looked up at you. “Really?”
You hummed and smiled. The innocence this little person carried made your heart melt. It didn’t take much for him to be happy, and you had an inkling feeling about why he had been so upset. You had been working late hours again and didn’t have time to give him. Maybe that’s why he suggested his wish list tonight.
Ha Joon finally came to an agreement with you before you set him off to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. His bath will just wait until tomorrow.
You ruffled his hair when he came running back to his room. He yelled 'good night,' to Jungkook before he turned off the light.
Jungkook was always a great sport with Ha Joon. You weren't sure how you got so lucky with such a great nanny like him. Regardless, you were glad he was in your life.
He stood when he saw you approaching, and pocketed his phone into his pink pants. "Everything okay?" You nodded. "Good," the corners of his mouth curved up. "I should get going." He walked to the entryway, slipping his shoes on.
"Jungkook?" He hummed while looking up. "Thanks for indulging in Ha Joon's little wish list."
He laughed. "I'm happy to make dreams come true for little man," he said, opening the door.
You held the door, watching him leave, but he stopped and returned. "Did you forget something?"
"Happy Valentine's Day."
"Happy Valentine's Day," you repeated.
"You look nice in red. You should wear it more often."
You grinned, shaking your head. "Goodnight Jungkook."
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