Chapter Text
Thanks to my dear friend who made my OC come to life; she produced the perfect image of Siri 🥹
Wordcount: ~1650
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"Are you out of your goddamn mind?! You're seriously going to let your son decide the fate of this business deal? He's only four fuck sake!"
"Why, yes, Woobin, I am."
Jeon Seokho (father of Jungkook) stands on a shaded terrace of an elite country club. He's overlooking the freshly cut lawn where he can see his wife, and his fellow business partner's wives, sitting together sipping tea. Not far from them, he sees a few children play at the playground.
Seokho leans on the railing and smiles to himself as he watches the children—or more specifically, the only two little girls who belong to his business partners Kim Woobin and Jack Dawson. He thinks his idea of letting his son, Jungkook, choose his future wife, and therefore their company's future, is a brilliant idea.
"It makes perfect sense," Seokho starts to explain, "because one day, Jungkook will be CEO, and a merger through marriage strengthens a company." He stands straight again and faces both Woobin and Jack. "I want my son to choose the path that makes sense for him."
"He's FOUR!!!" Woobin snaps. "He's too young to choose anything, let alone who he's going to marry!"
A small, knowing smile makes its way to Seokho's lips. Woobin's outrage doesn't bother him. "My son is thoughtful, considerate, and even at four years old, he's more perceptive than you think. He thinks before he acts, and I have faith in him."
Woobin mutters about how crazy this is under his breath, but Seokho ignores him. He scans the playground instead, looking for his son, but can't seem to see him in his usual spots; the monkey bars, slides and swings are empty.
"Hmm," Seokho furrows his brows, searching for that familiar little coconut bowl hairstyle. "Where is my son?"
Jack leans forward as if he might help look, but Seokho's eyes are already sweeping past the pond, the hedges, the gravel path, and—Ah! There he is!
A tiny figure stands by the refreshment table. Jungkook stretches onto his tippytoes, reaching for a bottle of banana milk amongst the juice boxes lined up in neat rows. His small fingers finally curl around one and triumph lights up his round face and doe eyes.
Seokho smiles fondly at his son before he calls out for him. "Jungkook-ah!"
The boy's head snaps up and his eyes widen in delight at seeing his father wave out for him. With his little body, he sprints as his hair bounces, banana milk and straw clutched tight to his chest with both wee hands to ensure he doesn't drop them.
He climbs the terrace steps until he reaches the top. "Appa!" Jungkook beams, holding up the banana milk like a little trophy.
Seokho crouches down, greeting his son eye to eye with a bigger smile than before, because no matter the stakes of the deals around him, this—his son—is the future he trusts with absolute certainty.
Seokho takes the straw from his son's hand and helps him insert it into the drink while he says, "Jungkook-ah, my boy, you need to listen to Appa very carefully, okay?"
"Okay." The young four year old looks at his father and nods, doe eyes all big and innocent looking, little lips wrapped around the straw and cheeks full of banana milk.
"You know those fairytale stories your Eomma and I read to you at night? With the prince and princesses?"
Jungkook's expression brightens again so quickly, it's like watching the sun come up. "Yeah! I like Booty and da Beast!"
Jack chuckles at that, Woobin rolls his eyes and groans into his drink, while Seokho's heart melts.
"Well," the father continues, "how would you like to be a prince to a princess?"
Jungkook gasps loudly, "Can I weally be a pwince??"
"In a way, you already are," Seokho says with a smile, smoothing his son's hair down. "And one day, you're going to be a king. You're going to look after Appa's company—or more like the kingdom—but to be a king, you need a princess; someone who will become your queen."
Jungkook sips his banana milk and listens intently as if this is the most important mission any four year old has ever received.
"So," Seokho carries on, "I want you to pick a girl on the playground to be your princess and future queen. And remember, you want a nice princess. Someone kind. Someone with a good heart like yours. Understand?"
Jungkook nods excitedly as he bounces on his toes, "Okie dokie!" He quickly sucks up the rest of his banana milk, hands the empty bottle to his father, then runs toward the stairs.
The three fathers step closer to the railing, all eyes on the little boy.
When Jungkook reaches the edge of the playground, he stands there looking around. His doe eyes move slowly and carefully where he comes to find that there are only two girls around.
The first girl he sees is to his right, sitting by a tree. She had her brunette hair in pigtails, she wore a white dress, had white little daisies around her head, and she was focused on creating another daisy chain.
The second girl was to Jungkook's left, at the sandpit part of the playground. She had her black hair flowing around her shoulders, she wore a bright pink dress, and from what Jungkook could see, she was stomping all over the sand castles that were made by a little boy who was crying.
"Stawwp, Jennie, stawp!" The little boy cried out to the girl in pink. "You're bweaking my castles!"
"So?" she says as she continues stomping. "Your castles are stupid anyway!"
Jungkook does a pouty frown at the sight. That girl is mean. I don't like mean girls.
Appa says to find a pwincess who is nice like me... He looks at the girl in white again who's playing with the daisies. She's not doing anything mean... And... her hair looks cute...
He then looks back to the stomping girl in pink and grimaces. Nope. I don't like that pinky girl. Don't wanna be near someone who can make me cwy or bweak my things.
With that thought, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to walk towards the girl in white with the flowers.
Seokho smiles, as does Jack when he sees Jungkook heading towards his daughter. Woobin, however, grits teeth and glares at the little boy.
Jungkook stops in front of the girl with pigtails and fidgets with his lip with his fingers, feeling a little nervous as he realises he has to actually talk to the girl now.
"Um... hi," he says shyly.
The little girl looks up at him, blue eyes round and bright, and she smiles like sunshine. "Hi-lo! Who are you?"
"Umm..." he starts mumbling, "my name's Jungkook..."
"Jung... Kook?" The girl tilts her head cutely, making her little pigtails sway. "Can you cook?"
He shakes his head, "No..."
"Then do you taste like cookies?"
"No... but my Eomma says I smell like cookies sometimes after we bake some."
"Noice! I love cookies!" The little girl gives him a big smile and it makes Jungkook feel at ease so he smiles back.
"What's your name?" He asks her.
"Sereeena!" she says cheerily. "But my mummy and daddy call me Siri, so you can call me that too if you want."
"Siri," Jungkook repeats quietly, trying to remember the name. He then watches her with the little white flowers and gets curious. "Whatch'ya doing?"
"Making anova daisy chain crown."
Crown?? That word makes Jungkook's little heart leap and his doe eyes sparkle realising the daisy chain around Siri's head is meant to be like a crown for her. Crowns are what pwinces and pwincesses wear!
"Can I help?" he asks, his excitement growing.
"Sure! Can you get me more daisies pwease?"
Jungkook's heart does another little jump. She said pwease! Eomma always says manners are important!
He nods enthusiastically and runs around the playground, plucking every good daisy he can find. When he returns, Jungkook's hands are full and he drops to his knees beside Siri, carefully laying the flowers between them.
Her little fingers work delicately, weaving the stems with focus while her little tongue pokes out the side of her mouth.
When she finishes, Siri lifts the small crown high as she cheers, "Yaaay! It's done!"
Then without warning, she turns to Jungkook. "Here! Dis for you for helping me," she says as she places it gently on his head.
"Aww, you look so pwetty, Kookie!" she says proudly as she claps with joy.
"Fank you," he murmurs as his entire face turns red and his heart almost combusts with happiness at being given a crown, as well as at the friendly nickname Siri had given him. It means they were friends already!
Jungkook realises that he now has a crown, just like Siri does, and his heart skips a happy beat.
"Oh! You know what?!" he says excitedly. "Since we're both wearing crowns, and my appa says I'm like a pwince, dis means you can be my pwincess!"
Siri gasps, "I can be a pwincess?! Weally??"
"Yeah!" Jungkook says with even more enthusiasm. "You'll be my pwincess, and when we're older, we'll be king and queen togeva!"
"Woooah," Siri says with awe as she looks at Jungkook like he holds the galaxy in his eyes. "Dat sounds so cool!"
Within seconds, Jungkook grabs her hand and Siri clasps with it without hesitation.
"Come on! Let's go on da swings! I can push you since you're my pwincess now!"
Siri giggles as she follows right behind Jungkook, all giddy she has a prince just like in the stories her parents always read her at night.
Meanwhile, over on the terrace...
"Well," Seokho says with a delightful smile playing on his lips, "looks like that's settled."
Woobin scowls, completely upset with the situation and how ridiculous this whole thing is, while Jack shakes hands with Seokho.
"Looking forward to joining our companies in the future."
Seokho nods, keeping his smile. He's definitely satisfied, proud, and is absolutely sure his son chose the right girl.
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A/N: Ahhh~ another fic is here! We'll be seeing Jungkook and Siri growing up together before we get to the main drama of the fic, so enjoy the sweetness for now! 😇
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