she’s both a blessing and a curse.
buttercup, his gigantic monster of a three year old, is both a goddamn blessing and a curse.
there are days, most days actually, where he wouldn’t have it any other way. but in this very second, as he’s hurtling down after her at backbreaking speed through the city park, jaemin is reduced to helpless, single father status; both hands tied and full with what’s basically the canine equivalent of a hyperactive child.
“baby? baby! don’t do this!” he yells, sounding very nearly close to bursting into tears from the exhaustion. buttercup, like always when it comes to her walks, has the upper paw and only decides to go faster, without so much as a look. fuck. a gulp of breath, and jaemin picks up the pace. “come back!”
but in a matter of seconds, she’s already changing shape—dog turned-blur of white with black spots-turned a makeshift battering ram straight into a poor, unsuspecting civilian.
dogs stands, but the girl doesn’t, un-moving. at the realization, he’s struck heavy with sinking dread and immediately runs over to the grass.
“i am, so sorry. are you okay?” he crouches down on one knee—after throwing buttercup a look, who stays unsuspecting, tail still a-waggin’ on the side—one hand waving over blank eyes. jaemin had heard the girl mumbling about clouds. a sign that this may have taken a turn for the worst. three digits shoot up, blocking the sky to hover over her face. “how many fingers am i holding?”
so there’s no way byul could get annoyed at it for knocking her over as if she was as light as a feather. she just didn’t have to heart to get angry at it.
not that she ever truly got irritated at anything anyways.
she hears footsteps approach her, but his first question goes unheard since she’s still a bit out of it to process his words properly. that, and she’s also a little embarrassed by the whole situation ( seriously, how did that even happen? ) and would rather play dead than interact with the owner who watched the whole ordeal happen.
but there’s no point in trying to evade the inevitable.
her vision of the pitiful grey sky is blocked by a set of fingers and she more or less comes to her senses. “uh... six?” she answers as a joke—a pretty lame one at that—before using her arms to push herself off the ground and sit up. “i’m all good, it’s okay.”
after brushing the grass off her back, she offers the man an awkward but reassuring smile, wincing when she feels a small pang of pain from looking up too quickly. “besides, i’d rather get knocked over by an adorable albeit giant dog than like, a frisbee or something...” she mumbles, leaning a bit to her side to look at the fluffy culprit and beckons it over by sticking out her hand. “that’d be a lot more embarrassing.”
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