《PRO INSTITUTE// jinkook》45
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hoseok and sunmi took atleast an hour to get ready and finally leave the house.
it took them so long but not once did miyeon put her hands down or looked at anything other than the boring wall, she got some pride.
"c'mon, miyeon. let's go to the park." jungkook said.
miyeon is already sitting on the sofa, her long black silky hair on her back as she let out a tight-lipped smile.
"did i hurt you, uncle kookie?" miyeon asked, "im sorry." she said, sincerity in her eyes.
jungkook knelt down across of the beautiful little girl kissing the tip of her nose which made miyeon's lips formed into a small pout.
"im fine, miyeon-ah," jungkook smiled at her, "it's actually your parents you have to apologize to, princess." he said.
miyeon let out the biggest sigh.
in such a young age, it is already carved in her mind what she wants to do and what's wrong and right for her. no one could ever change that.
she would say sorry to her family if needed, she loves them but she wont bother if its out of their family even more to strangers.
miyeon hates people.
"i dont wanna go to the park, uncle kookie. you know i hate kids." she said, her shoulder slumped.
jungkook chuckled. he slightly shook his head hearing a kid saying she hates kids.
"but uncle jiminie and uncle jeno is waiting for us there, princess."
miyeon clasped her hands excitedly actually excited to see both jeno and jimin whom he grew closer to especially that the way jimin speaks is very much similar to hers, only that she's more sophisticated in using words unlike jimin who's too vulgar.
"miyeon, do you want to change your clothes?" seokjin asked as miyeon is wearing a pretty long dress.
"do you want to wear shorts instead?"
"i hate shorts, uncle seokjin."
"oh, how about sneakers. that's comfortable."
miyeon jumped out of her seat and looked at her feet, she's wearing a white doll shoes that goes well to her white long dress.
"i dont like sneakers. they're not for me." she said, shaking her head.
seokjin let out a small laugh just nodding his head. they brought a small bag for miyeon's another pink dress and towel with a lot of wet wipes just incase.
they didnt bother to bring any food since the other couple assured them that they couldnt handle it already.
they all decided to go to the park so that miyeon can play with other kids, make her realize that it is actually fun to be with someone around her age.
"i wanna do ballet," miyeon said as she went outside the car already, "do you think i can?" she asked.
seokjin went out of the car holding his niece's hands giving it a slight squeeze as he smiled nodding his head.
"of course! you already have a good posture." seokjin proudly said.
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miyeon stopped, gasping.
"uncle jiminie!"
jimin waved his hands towards the girl who is already running towards him. he then kissed the top of miyeon's head which jeno did the same.
"are you hungry, hm? i made your favorite sandwhich." jimin sweetly said.
"what do you want, miyeon? or do you want to play first?" jeno asked.
they actually heard about what happened today. seokjin told them when he asked the couple if they wanted to join them at the park.
"your bump's getting bigger, chim." seokjin pointed out, he sat next to his niece.
jimin sighed caressing his baby bump with his other hand supporting his back just standing.
"i know, i find it hard to walk but we should." he shrugged his shoulders.
jungkook walked towards his younger brother, the both of them fist bumped.
"miyeon, let's go to the swing? i'll push you." jungkook said, smiling as he encourage the little girl.
miyeon was just sitting next to her uncle seokjin. she eyed the swing seeing a little boy who just jumped out of it.
"no," she shook her head scrunching up her nose, "a lot of people touched it already. i dont wanna." she said.
jungkook and jeno bit their lower lips trying to supress their laughter as they both shook their heads.
"chim, do you wanna see your daughter years from now?" jungkook asked, "look at miyeon..." he said protruding his lips towards the little girl.
seokjin and jungkook just laughed a little. jin shook his head kissing the top of her head as she caressed her hair tucking the strands behind her ear.
all of them stopped when a boy around miyeon's age stood infront of them just staring at miyeon.
"you look pretty." the boy said, staring directly at miyeon.
"i know..."
"oh gosh!" jimin exclaimed, already laughing.
"can we play?"
miyeon's eyebrows knitted. she shrugged her shoulders as she stared at the boy.
"no. now, get out." she harshly said.
seokjin hugged his niece caressing her back as she glared at the boy who looks aggravated, "say it more politely, miyeon." he sighed.
jeno grabbed a banana milk putting the straw in and covering it with a tissue before handing it to miyeon who accepted it.
"thank you, uncle jeno." miyeon cutely said.
they all stopped when bunch of kids looked at them whispering while looking at both jimin and seokjin.
miyeon saw it but shrugged her shoulders as she's too absorbed with her banana milk but she raised her eyebrows when a girl her age stopped infront of them, her hands on the side of her waist.
miyeon looked at the other girl, she's wearing a purple shorts, pink shirt, white rubber shoes with the lacy socks peaking.
"hey! why do you look fat it makes you ugly?" the girl said pointing at seokjin, "oh, you too." she said as she saw jimin.
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jimin and seokjin just shook their head at the girl.
miyeon then put her banana milk down and jumped out of her seat. she was about to walk towards the girl but seokjin quickly grabbed her.
"being fat doesnt make you ugly. besides, are you blind?" miyeon tilted her head, "they are pregnant!" she said, obviously mad.
"that's the same, loser!" the little girl stuck her tongue out.
miyeon raised her brows. she looked at her uncle jimin who motioned her to stop already.
"look at what you are wearing and tell me who is the real loser." miyeon said rolling her eyes.
"and besides, my uncles didnt call you weird even if you are!"
seokjin hissed pulling his niece away from the other kid. he kissed her temples for a couple of times.
"go, kiddo. go back to your friends." jungkook said to the little girl.
"it's fine, miyeon." jimin said, assuring the girl.
"no. it's not!" miyeon screamed.
her father's words earlier lingering in her mind. it made her want to cry but she bit her lower lips to stop herself.
"why cant i call other people ugly?" miyeon angrily looked at seokjin, "while they can call my family fat and ugly?" she asked, aggravated.
the other kid looks taken aback with miyeon's screams, her shoulder starts to shake and unshed tears already in her eyes.
"hey! what are you guys doing with my daughter?" a woman jogged towards them pulling her daughter closer to her.
"im sorry but we didnt do anything wrong." jeno calmly said.
"why is she crying, then?" the woman asked, her tone accusing.
"why are you screaming at my uncle jeno?" miyeon bravely asked crossing her arms, "he didnt made your daughter cry. i did!"
seokjin's eyes widened, he gripped miyeon's arms, "shh, she's older than you." he warned.
"who's your mother? you are disrespectful!" the woman glared at her pointing at miyeon.
"excuse me?" jimin slapped the woman's hands away from miyeon, "you just dont point at her like that, mrs." he said through gritted teeth.
"me being disrespectful is my choice. it doesnt have to do with my mommy!" miyeon struggled as she gets away from her uncle's touch, "what about her? is it your choice that she's disrespectful?"
the woman obviously looks pissed at miyeon. she's clenching her fist and badly wants to go towards the little girl.
"how dare you call my daughter disrespectful?"
"why? she called my uncles fat and ugly!" she screamed from the top of her lungs, too angry.
"and why are you talking back at me? you are disrespectful and your uncles are tolerating it?" the woman rolled her eyes as she stared at the adults one by one.
"excuse me? they are not tolerating me! i always get scolded and punished for acting this way but i wont stop especially if its someone like your daughter!" miyeon screamed, her chest heaving up and down.
"why are you speaking like that for a child?"
miyeon took a step forward which made jeno knelt down to stop the kid and held her hands but miyeon just furrowed her brows.
"i have my own english tutor and i am smart! that's why my words are far from your daughter's choice of words!" she angrily said.
jungkook already carried miyeon in his arms, turning their backs at the woman so miyeon would stop glaring at them as a lot of people are looking already.
he buried miyeon's face on his neck. he shut his eyes closed when he felt hot liquids dripping on his neck.
miyeon's silently crying, she probably feels too frustrated.
"mrs, look. im so sor-"
"no!" miyeon screamed so loud which made jungkook hugged her tighter, "dont! please! dont say sorry!" she said struggling to get out of jungkook's hold.
jungkook didnt even wait for jimin and seokjin to sort things out and he just walked away with miyeon, they already went inside the car.
"im sorry." miyeon said, "but i wont say sorry to that woman and her daughter." she said, tears slipping out of her eyes.
it hurted jungkook.
this is just more than miyeon's personality. she's probably holding something bigger.
"why are you saying sorry to me, then?" jungkook asked putting her seatbelt.
"because i made you all look bad for acting that way." she said.
jungkook nods his head. he kissed the girl's forehead for a couple of times wiping her tears away.
"you know we love you so much, right?" jungkook looked directly at the girl's eyes.
he winced seeing how her lips tugged downwards, crying even more.
"i.. i know." she mumbled.
seokjin then came with jeno and jimin, he decided to just sit next to miyeon instead of taking the front seat.
"miyeon-ah, we will go now, okay?" jimin said waving his hands.
he let out a tight-lipped smile and opened the door of the car to hug the little girl who cried in his arms.
"i love you, princess." jimin said, his voice cracking as he kissed her temples for a couple of times.
as he backed away, jeno hugged the little girl who wrapped her little arms around his neck as soon as possible.
"uncle jeno loves you, pretty." he said kissing his cheeks for a couple of times.
they already waved their hands and walked towards their own car.
seokjin bit his lower lips as miyeon's eyes are already closed, probably too tired.
"is your brother and sunmi noona have some problem?" jungkook carefully asked.
seokjin shrugged his shoulders, "i.. dont know, im not sure." he said.
jungkook let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair.
"talk to them, it seems like miyeon's hurting or something."
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