Daddy's Romance Chap. 4

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Daddy's Romance

Pairing: Jongkey

Genre: SingleFatherAU, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Length: Series

Summary: Working in a daycare is such a bless for Kibum—taking care of kids—but then what makes it better is the fact that he finds his love there. Moreover, the father of his favorite child.

Chapter 4



Kibum fidgets around in front of the mirror. Jinki watches in amusement as he lazes around on the bed, sucking onto a candy.

“I don’t want to see any candy pieces on my bed, hyung.”

Jinki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

“How about this? Do I look okay?” Kibum asks as he spins around, waiting for the judgement from the older male. He is wearing a denim jacket with black t-shirt under it and completed with white skinny jeans.

Jinki makes a sound. “Sure, I guess.”

“I need an honest word, hyung. Do I look good enough?”

“You said it’s going to be a friendly date. Why are you trying so hard to look good?”

Kibum tenderly touches his styled hair. “I still need to look good in a friendly date.”

The older male laughs, almost stumbling out of the bed before he regains his footing.

“Don’t forget your wallet! And your phone! Don’t follow someone you don’t know! Do you need condoms yet—Argh!” Jinki recoils in pain as Kibum gives him a hard punch on his arm.

“Do not act like you are my dad! And no sex talk!”

“Kibum! For all we know, that Choi guy might still be after you! What would you do if suddenly he brings you to a hotel? You are not going to be able to resist a tall man, because as the words say: tall guy, tall gun.”

“Eww. No more chick flicks for you, old man.” Kibum makes a disgusted voice, walking out of his room to the kitchen. With a glass of water in his hand, he chugs it down and Jinki is still blabbering about ‘safety’ and ‘protection’ and ‘STDs’. What the hell is going on with that guy.

“Hyung. For the very last time, he is not interested with me and he is not going to “bring me to a hotel”, as you said.” Kibum air-quotes the words. He sure lives with one paranoid male here.

Jinki crosses his arms in front of his chest, puffing his cheeks. “Fine. But you are so going to pay for it when you find out how right I am.”

“Sure, sure. In your dreams.” Kibum mutters in disinterest while making his way towards the door.

As soon as he slips into his shoes, he waves a nonchalant bye to the older male and closes the door before Jinki could say another ridiculous thing.

And now… off he goes for the friendly date.











“Hey! Did you wait long? Sorry, traffic was suck.” Minho’s panting voice greets him as the tall male slips into the seat in front of him.

Kibum looks at the way Minho is wearing casual outfit and he looks surprisingly very attractive. He would fall for him if he doesn’t know how he reacts over a soccer game.

“Nah, it’s fine. I ordered beforehand, I hope you don’t mind.” He gestures to his milkshake because quietly speaking; he is thirsty from the summer heat.

Minho shakes his hand; a laugh spills out of his mouth. “No, no. I will just make an order first.” Then he stands up to the counter.

Kibum locks his eyes onto his friend and makes notes that Minho does look good. He is tall and the up style he has for his hair makes him looks even taller. He is wearing a fitting dress shirt colored in navy blue (and Kibum could see his protruding abs) and black jeans to show his long legs. He screams ‘rich’ just with one quick glance. And as his eyes accidentally trail down, well, he is well endowed.

“You are not working today?” Kibum asks as Minho comes back with his order of cakes and drink.

“No. The company won’t break down just because of one missed day without my presence.”

Kibum hums as he grabs a fork to slice over the strawberry cheesecake. A delighted moan escapes his mouth as soon as he eats it. Minho gives him an amused grin.

“Still acting like that, I see.” He comments.

“What do you mean?”

Minho sips onto his drink. “You still squeal like a girl over a cake.”

A faint blush covers Kibum’s cheeks. “What the hell. I do not squeal!”

“And you still deny it.”

“Frog!” Kibum glares at him, pulling a laugh from the tall male.

“You are still uncreative! Enough with the frog already, it’s getting old, Kibum!”

Kibum huffs, but a telltale of smile is playing on his lips. “Well, you are still a frog to me, so you can’t blame me. Blame yourself for resembling one.”

Minho narrows his eyes teasingly, “I could be a frog, if you would be the princess.”

Kibum chokes. “What the fuck.”

The tall male laughs his ass off.











Jonghyun massages his temple as he stares at the sudden additional of work papers. As far as he knows, these papers are… Minho’s responsibility. How come they end up on his desk?

“Mr. Choi is taking a day off today, Sir.” His secretary informs him when he asks her about his cousin’s where being.

A day off? Minho?

“Is he sick or what…” Jonghyun wonders while pushing the papers away to look for his phone.

The same boring tone of dialing resonates into his ear while he waits for his call to be answered.

“Hello?” Minho’s voice comes ringing, healthy and happy, added with some crowded voice in the background.

“Hey, Minho. Where are you? Why are you taking a day off?”

“Oh, hyung. Sorry that I forgot to tell you but I will be back tomorrow!”

“What- Minho, why is there so noisy?” Jonghyun closes his eyes, trying to think about where Minho might be to be having such noisy surroundings.

“I’m currently out and –”

“Minho, I got the tickets! Do you want popcorns? Oh, you are on the phone.”

“Who’s that?” Jonghyun asks, hearing a distinct voice that sounds foreign but weirdly familiar.

“Yeah, buttered popcorns! Thanks, Kibum!”

“Got it!”

…what?

Jonghyun jolts up on his seat as he hears the familiar name. Is that the same Kibum or Minho might be hanging out with another Kibum? What is going on here?

“Minho –”

“Hyung, I need to go now! Talk to you later!”

And Minho ends the call.

Jonghyun stares at his phone, trying to understand this but clearly he doesn’t have any more clues.

Where is Minho and who is that Kibum?











“Daddy!” Bomi squeals as she runs into the arms of her father. Jonghyun hugs her tight and he gives a thankful bow towards one of the teachers he doesn’t even give a shit (definitely not because they are not Bummie. No, no).

“Daddy, are you okay?” Bomi asks with pouty lips as she tenderly thumbs over his eyes. Jonghyun closes his eyes and smiles to his little sunshine.

“Of course. You are my battery, Bomi. Let’s go home now.”

After strapping the girl on the seat, he drives back home tiredly but he still keeps on listening to what his daughter is talking about.

“...and Teacher Bummie didn’t come today.”

Jonghyun feels his sleepiness goes away just by the mere mention of the name. Bomi is sulking because her favorite teacher was not there in the daycare.

“Uh, why wouldn’t he?”

“I don’t know. Something about day off. What is day off, Daddy?” Bomi asks, staring at him with two round eyes blinking curiously. Jonghyun pats her head.

“It’s when you don’t come to work with permission.”

“Oh. Then, when are you going to have a day off, Daddy? We can play all day!”

Jonghyun stills at the innocent question. He knows that Bomi misses him because recently he has never given her any fun time. He has been very busy and he feels so sorry for his daughter.

“I will try to have one soon. Can you wait, baby?”

“Okay!” Bomi graces him a beautiful smile with her eyes squeezed at the corner and little puppy teeth peeking out. Oh, he has such an adorable daughter! Jonghyun can’t be more proud of his genes!

They clean up and Bomi insists that she wants to sleep with him tonight, so Jonghyun has a snoring girl drapes over his chest. Bomi’s nose wriggles a few times as her pretty little lips flutter from the breathe she is taking.

Jonghyun runs his hand over her soft hair, wondering how could he hurt his little girl by not giving more time for her? He is such a bad father.

“I’m sorry, baby. Daddy will try to be there for you.”

Bomi smiles in her sleep.











Kibum gets down from Minho’s car as their friendly date ends around seven in the night.

“I had fun today. Thanks.” Kibum says, smiling up to the tall male.

Minho smiles back, shrugging. “The same goes to you.”

“Alright. Be careful on your way back home. Good night, Minho. Thanks for the ride.” Kibum waves his hand before he spins around to walk into his house.

The tall male stops him by gently gripping onto his wrist. Kibum stares back at him questioningly.

“Hey, Kibum. Would you like to do this again anytime soon?”

“Um, sure? Why not?”

Minho licks his lip nervously. “Not just like this. You know... Like... A real date?”

“Minho,”

“A real date... Not between friends?”

Kibum stares at him, surprised at the sudden proposal. “Choi Minho, you...”

“We did go out a few years back,” Minho says, “and it did not work, but... I would like to try again with you, Kibum. Would you like to try again with me?”

The only voice comes from Minho’s car engine which is still left on, while Kibum looks away from him.

“Uh, I don’t know, I mean... I don’t really think about having some kind of relationship as for now,”

Minho deflates.

“But,” Kibum continues, “we still could go out for friendly dates first... before we see where it would lead us to. Okay?”

Minho looks close to jump around and scream like a winning soccer player, but he holds it back in.

“Sure! Have a nice sleep, Kibum!”

As Kibum watches the car speeds away, he spins on his heels to enter the house. Jinki is waiting for details from him. The first words coming out of Kibum’s mouth are:

“Hyung, you were fucking right.”











Jonghyun spends his afternoon rearranging his schedule, in hope that he could sneak in some days off so he could spoil his little princess.

Works put aside as he finally sees the light of finding a day off next week and two days off on the other week. If he works faster, he might get three days.

Well, that’s what he plans, but he doesn’t expect to hear his phone rings with a call from unknown numbers.

“Yes. It’s Kim Jonghyun speaking.”

“I-I’m sorry for calling you at time like this, Mr. Kim,” the voice from the other line stutters softly and Jonghyun closes his eyes at how melodic and soft Bummie’s voice is.

Wait- what, who?

“H-Hello?”

“This is... Teacher Kim from Rainbow Daycare, Sir. I... I want to inform you that Bomi is sick.”

Jonghyun feels panic rises in his head. Bomi is sick? His daughter is sick? His lovely, sunshine, princess?

“What? How, I mean, I will be there soon!” He exclaims before he ends the call.

Screw with work. His daughter comes first. Jonghyun runs out of his office and sprints right away to the parking ground for his car.











Kibum sighs as he stares at the phone after Mr. Kim had ended the line.

Bomi writhes in his lap, coughing softly. He cradles her close while standing up to enter the nursery room.

The girl had been all lovely and cheerful just like she usually is, but slowly she sneezed a few times before she coughed a lot too. The next thing Kibum knew was Bomi who ran up to him, saying that she was sleepy and tired. Kibum panicked when he felt her temperature, and that was how she ended up sleeping in his arms. She doesn’t even want to release her grip from his shirt.

Jinki takes over his class to let him take care of the sick girl. Kibum hugs her tightly while rearranging his jacket on her shoulder.

Sweet Bomi. You have to be healthy and brighten up the day again.

Kibum stares at the sleeping girl for a long time, before suddenly he hears urgent footsteps running in the hallway.

The door slams open and appears Mr. Kim, Bomi’s father.

“Bomi!!” Mr. Kim pants and Kibum is barely able to greet him before the man in suit crouches down to touch the girl’s face.

“What happened to her?”

Kibum tries looking away from the girl’s father by locking his eyes on the sleeping child’s face.

“We suspect that she might catch a cold. The weather is unpredictable these few weeks so maybe she gets a little under the weather. Kids tend to get sick more. She coughs and sneezes a lot and she has quite a fever.”

Mr. Kim looks kind of relieved that it’s nothing serious but he still has that worried expression on his face. Kibum tries not to stare at him for longer than five seconds or old memories will come out again.

“You should take her home or to the clinic, Sir.”

He lifts the girl up to hand her to her father, but Bomi whines from the sudden lost of warmth. She grips her fingers tight on Kibum’s, not wanting to be apart. Kibum stutters as the girl’s father tries getting closer to get a better hold of the child, but Bomi coughs and curls to his warmth.

“Uh,” Kibum mutters softly.

He sees Mr. Kim looks up to him and oh no, memories of the past come back in an instant just by staring into those brown eyes.

“She won’t let go. I have to get her to the clinic. How about... How about you come with us for a while?” The suited man offers and Kibum gulps the saliva down his throat. This is so not happening.

“I... I will try to get Bomi let go of me, Sir,” Kibum hastily says while slowly releasing the chubby little fingers off of his shirt one by one. She loosens her hold but the moment she is lifted away, she clamps down on him again.

“Please come with me. I mean, with us.” The father says.

Kibum falters and he glances at the other who is currently staring at him expectantly.

“I will... I will get permission.”

Then he stands up to look for Jinki.

“Hyung, can I leave for a while? We need to get Bomi to the clinic but she won’t let me go.” Kibum says and Jinki stares at the father of the child standing not far away from them. The man has this look that is close to glare and Jinki holds back a laugh.

“Sure. Bring your phone.” Jinki says, patting him on his head just to rile the other male up.

Kibum nods, letting Jinki helps him putting his phone into his pocket as his hands are full with the sleeping child. Then he walks towards the awaiting father and Kibum soon finds himself in the car of his ex-first love, the father of the child who is now sleeping against his chest.

“Where is the nearest clinic?” The man on the driver seat asks, pulling Kibum out of his reverie.

“Uh, two blocks from here.”











Kibum listens as the doctor lists the variety of food and drink Bomi is not supposed to have for a moment during her condition. No ice cream, no fried things, no sweets.

Bomi is soundly asleep against his chest; her temperature has climbed down for now after she got the shot. Kibum has his hand clutching onto the child when Bomi got the injection. It must be hurt even though it will help her get healthy sooner.

The father thanks the doctor and pays for the medications.

“I will drop you back.” Mr. Kim says.

Kibum nods silently at the offer as he keeps his gaze on the child. Bomi’s face has gotten its color back.

The both of them don’t really talk during the ride. Kibum has managed to untangle Bomi’s fingers off of him. As the car stops in front of the daycare, Kibum shifts the child back into the father’s arms.

Bomi whines shortly, before she goes back to sleep.

“I... Thank you for the ride, Mr. Kim. I hope Bomi gets healthy soon. Uh, I... I will be going then.”

“Thank you.” Mr. Kim says gently, stopping Kibum from opening the car door. He glances back from his shoulder and finds the suited man is smiling at him.

“Thank you for taking care of my daughter. I’m really grateful. I’m in debt with you.”

“No, no, no. This is my job, Sir! And besides, Bomi is a nice child.” Kibum says as he reaches forward to thumb the child on her flushed cheek.

“Thank you, Bummie. Really.”

The intensity in his stare is too much for Kibum. He can’t help but to drown in the color of that warm brown.

It might be a minute or five minutes or even fifteen minutes, but Kibum is jolted back to reality when a phone rings from somewhere.

Both males flinch and shift awkwardly before Kibum gives a polite bow to the man and rushes out of the car.

He runs back into the office, heart thudding so fast and blood rushing in his ears. Jinki is staring at him questioningly; as he slams the door closes and slides down against it.

“What’s wrong? Is Bomi okay?”

“Hyung,” Kibum calls breathlessly, his eyes wide open. “He remembers me. Oh my God.”

Jinki looks confused. “What?”

Kibum nods his head repeatedly. Again and again, as if to emphasize his words.

“He... He called me Bummie...” Kibum whispers, still unable to believe that his old nickname comes resurface at the time he doesn’t expect.

And mostly because it comes from the man he expects the least.

“Oh my God! Kim Jonghyun had just called me Bummie!”









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A/N: Hehe, do you see this coming? Hoho, I'm supposed to be studying for my exam on Thursday but I'm writing this down. Don't you love me for this? :')

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