Caregiver: Yoongi Little: Jimin ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
Yoongi faced a mountain of work. He’d told Jimin to play in the playroom for a few hours, needing uninterrupted focus. Jimin, eager to be a good boy, hadn’t protested.
He found his way to the playroom, a vision in a fluffy blue onesie, a blue pacifier nestled between plump lips. He closed the door softly, turning to his beloved collection of stuffed animals. They were the heart of his playtime, a comforting corner overflowing with plush friends. He loved each one dearly, and they were the main focus of his games.
He was deep into a superhero adventure with his stuffies when hunger struck. He wanted to ask Daddy for lunch. He twisted the door handle, pulling, but the door wouldn’t budge. He tried again, and again, for five minutes, frustration mounting with each failed attempt. Tears welled in his eyes, then spilled down his soft cheeks.
“DADDY!” Jimin cried, his voice laced with distress.
Yoongi heard the shout through the walls of his office and immediately headed for the playroom. He reached for the handle, but it wouldn’t open.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asked, pressing his ear against the wood, hearing muffled sobs.
“D-Diminie is wocked imwide and can’t open the dwwr,” Jimin whimpered, his voice thick with tears.
Yoongi twisted the handle, again and again, but the door remained stubbornly stuck. It hadn’t been locked, but had become stiff, resisting all force.
“Baby, Daddy is going to try something different to get it open. I need you to make sure nothing is in front of the door, and stand at the back of the room, okay?” Yoongi spoke slowly, ensuring Jimin understood.
He heard small feet pattering across the wooden floor, moving toys out of the way.
“Diminie at the bwck daddy,” Jimin called out.
Yoongi braced himself, pushing again, but nothing.
“Baby, what Daddy is going to do will be loud, so cover your ears if you don’t like it,” Yoongi warned. He took a deep breath and slammed his shoulder against the door, driving with all his weight.
He repeated the action, again and again, for at least ten minutes. Pain flared in his shoulder with each impact, but he refused to give up. He stepped back, then charged, his shoulder slamming against the wood, and finally, with a splintering crack, the door fell off its hinges. He’d poured all his energy into that final hit.
Yoongi collapsed on top of the door, lifting his head to see Jimin sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest, hands covering his ears.
“Daddy?” Jimin whispered.
“Yes baby,” Yoongi said, looking at Jimin.
“Diminie is sowwy for taking you away from your work,” Jimin apologized, his voice small and contrite. Yoongi shook his head.
“As long as my baby is alright, that’s all that matters to me,” Yoongi smiled, sitting up.
Jimin went to hug his daddy but winced in pain.
“Daddy what wrong?” Jimin asked worriedly.
“Daddy just hurt his shoulder opening the door,” Yoongi smiled.
Jimin pulled Yoongi's T-Shirt to see the reddened and bruising shoulder.
“Daddy need ice on it,” Jimin said and Yoongi nodded.
“Does Jiminie want to help daddy?” Yoongi asked and Jimin nodded.
They went to the kitchen and Jimin helped Yoongi put ice on his shoulder and also helped him make lunch. For the rest of the day they cuddled on the sofa watching movies and they called someone over to come and fix the door and made sure that it will always be easy to open. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━
Uploaded: 20/11/2018 Edited: 15/09 / 2019