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chapter 14 | Selfish

"Can we get a spot too?"

"No, she only hugs me. Sit on the grass," he chews on the meat like a baby, acting like one because he can be against me. "There's still some space next to her. We get at each side of her—"

"She's not a toy," Mister Jeon speaks out and looks up at them. "Sit on the grass if you want to be close to him."

Now that the tall and authoritative man talked, they both stay quiet and sit down on the ground, and they talk together while I am still keeping Mister Jeon's clothing against me and just listening to them.

"Why do you stay in your shorts and top?" one of those boys asks me, and I frown at him. "Because I want to..."

"But why don't you wear a bikini if you're sunbathing?" he does not stop with his weird questions. "Like, you're gonna get marks here," he touches my thigh, but before I could even react, Hajoon slaps it away from me. "Get that fuck— that freaking hand away from her," he does not curse because of his father who is at some inches away from us. I saw his eyes dart up as soon as he heard him, he really does not like it when his son curses.

"Chill. I was just telling her," he acts like it is not a problem. "Tell her without using your hands," he defends me but talks with his mouth full. "You have your fucking head on her breasts! Are you kidding me?"

"I don't do it just to touch her, and I'm her baby anyway, so I can do it," his reply makes me smile. "Look," he flexes in front of them, and he licks his fingers to turn around and wrap his arms around me. "And she does not even mind it. Do you?"

"I don't," I let this boy have what he wants, and I hug him back, feeling soft. "I hate you," his jealous friend utters while the other one is just laughing at him. "It's mutual."

I run my fingers through his fluffy hair to play with them while he is enjoying his time here, but I check what time it is. "I'm gonna have to go and wake your little brother up."

"My dad can do it. Right, dad?" he emphasizes the end of his sentence to make sure he hears him, but I answer before Mister Jeon could. "No, I do it. It's my job."

"I can do it. Don't worry, y/n," he tries to take the lead and not make me work today, but I do not accept. I do not say anything and let him believe he will not relax. "By the way, dude. You're flexing about the fact that you can hug her, but who would she pick between you and your dad? Uh?" he does not drop it, crossing his arms. "Shut up," Hajoon keeps his eyes closed, directing his head in the other direction to avoid them.

"She would pick Mister Jeon for sure," he tells the truth that Hajoon probably does not want to hear. "That's not true. She'd pick me no matter what."

"You would?" he does not give me a chance to not answer. "That doesn't matter. I have to take care of the baby now anyway," I make Hajoon understand. "Already? I feel good here."

"Yes, already" I comb his hair back and do it kindly. "Give me a kiss, and I let you go," he begs, causing some disbelief. He is annoying, but I find it adorable.

I press a kiss on his cheek, and his satisfaction allows him to move away from me with a grin drawn on his face. "I want you to cuddle me when I wake up too...you know...why does Hyejoon gets all the love like that and not me...?" he cries for affection, and I stand up, holding Mister Jeon's clothing. "I'll cuddle you if you want," I do not leave him with sorrow, and he smiles at me, like his father would.

"You're so much of a bug," Mister Jeon reacts upon his child's behavior, chuckling at him. "You forgot this," I hand him his t-shirt, and he takes it. "Thank you. You could have kept it with you if you wanted though. You seemed to like it."