Minseok wished his son didn't love baseball.

Minseok wished his son had taken interest in dancing or arts and crafts. He wished he had signed him up for something inside where there was air conditioning and didn't require himself to sit outside in the blazing heat. Out of all the options he gave the boy when he turned four years old, Jongin had chosen to play baseball. At the time, Minseok was fully supportive and as soon as he was signed up to play, he had driven out, just him and his baby boy to buy a mitt, a ball, and a bat so he could practice with him and Jongdae in the backyard. He was a natural and baseball was all he wanted to do. Minseok loved baseball just as much as Jongin did as well.

Now he hated it. 

He hated the heat, the noise, the crowding, and the smells. In the past eight seasons, both spring and fall, he had fallen in love with all those different things, but now in the ninth season, this time seven months pregnant, they were less than ideal prospects he wanted to deal with. 

Of course, Minseok loves his son and loves that he loves baseball, but he just wished that he could skip out on the game today and instead go home and reset. But it was only the beginning of the second inning and he had a long way to go before he could take his nap at home. 

Any other season, Minseok loved to sit on the bleachers behind first base and watch when his son hits the ball, that satisfying chink against the metal bat whenever he hit it just right. He wasn't using a tee ball stand and has been able to hit pitches since he was six. Behind the bleachers is where the sun hits perfectly and gives Minseok a nice tan every game he attends. This time, at seven months pregnant, he was hot. He was sweating and hot and miserable. Minseok was wearing a red t-shirt decorated with Jongin's team logo. He was wearing Jongdae's shirt since his own couldn't stretch over his belly anymore and he was sweating so much that the shirt was sticking to his back uncomfortably, making him shift around in discomfort.

Any other season, Minseok would enjoy the cheers of the others parents around him, but now he couldn't hear that. Instead, he heard the whines of those parent's small kids whining as they festered in the sweltering heat just as Minseok was doing. He could also hear the sound of the other games going on on the diamonds close by. All the new sounds he was hearing were irritating and distracting him from the game. 

Just as well, there were too many people around. The closest concessions stand happened to be by the diamond reserved for Jongin's team and everyone was heading towards the stand to grab hot dogs and candy. The smell of all the god damn hot dogs he was smelling was disgusting and it was making him feel nauseous as he was simultaneously hungry, craving a hot dog. 

Minseok wanted to go home. He couldn't wait another seven innings. Not even the baby could wait. The baby had been moving non-stop since Minseok started overheating. Minseok winced every now and then when the baby gave a particularly hard kick to his stomach. And not his abdomen, his actual stomach where he held all his food. The lunch he had before the game threatened to come back up every time his baby moved. 

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