Knock knock, Baby! || JJK

-2- part. 2

A baby.

A baby sleeping peacefully in a baby carrier. On the floor, in front of me. My head snaps from side to side, looking for someone in the hall who could have left this baby here.

Empty. There's no one else here.

My eyes land on the tiny figure again. There's a baby bag beside it as well...

Could it be?

There's a chance someone just abandoned that baby in a random door step? I bite my lip. In my door step?

The baby moves a bit.

What a cruel person. Who could do that to this cute little thing? Letting out a sigh, l let my eyes scan the baby once again, felling completely lost.

Should I take it inside? Uh... I can't just leave a baby in the hall in front of my doorstep, right? It's inhuman.

I take the baby and its bag with me and head back inside the apartment. I put the bag on the kitchen counter and the baby carrier on the sofa before I stand in front of the small person.

"What do I do with you, huh?" I rest my hand on my chin, thinking.

My heart is pounding so hard. I move my hand to rest above my heart. Maybe it's from the adrenaline. Gosh, It happend so fast. I woke up and that baby was already 'waiting' for me at the door.

Wait.

Am I still dreaming or something? I touch the baby's leg with the tip of my finger. Yeah, it seems like it's made of flesh... I pass my hands through my hair. This doesn't make sense.

"Good morning," Jungkook says rubing his eyes, only half awake, while coming to the kitchen. The sound of his voice gets me startled. Gosh, for a moment I forgot I don't live alone anymore...

"Omo!" I gasp.

Could he be the father?!

Jungkook sends me a weird look before he suddenly halts his steps. The boy's eyes stoping on what's laying on the sofa: The mysterious baby.

"What is that?" His eyes widen and he looks at me, completely awake now, "You have a baby?? And I didn't know?!"

"What?! No!" I raise my voice, taken aback by the question.

"How are you so sure?" He crosses his arms suspiciously before eyeing the baby carefully. As if he was seeing a strange figure, such as an alien.

"I assume, I'd remember if I had a baby inside of me for nine months and then gave birth to it!"

"Then what the hell is this baby doing here?! In our apartment?!"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. How do you know that baby isn't yours and the mother left it here?!"

He scoffs, "Trust me. It is not."

"How are you so sure?" I mock him using the same tone he used when he asked me that. He sends me a look.

"I only had one girlfriend. And, trust me," he repeats, "We've only gone as far as kissing."

"Ok, then what was this baby doing in our doorstep?!" I shout, completely forgetting the sleeping baby beside us. Before I could even regret my decision, a cry erupts inside the room. We look at the baby and then back to each other. Surely we're thinking the same thing: What do we do now?

"What were you thinking?! You woke up the baby!" Jungkook whispers shout as if it would make the situation less worse. I groan and pass my hands through my hair, messing it completely. "What do we do now?" He asks.