..but I still want you // OT7 [COMPLETED]

65 || What's For Lunch?

TAEHYUNG

Taehyung POV

"But.. you're sure you're okay with this?" Jungkook asks as his big eyes stare at me full of surprise.

Tram Anh answers with a laugh as I pull into a parking spot in the garage of the doctor's office building. "For the eleventh time today, of course, Kook. Are you going to be like this for every appointment I have?"

Jungkook's hands grab my and Tram Anh's headrests from the backseat pulling himself directly up between us. "You mean there are going to be more?"

"You really know nothing about pregnancies, do you?" I ask with a small chuckle.

"Nothing at all. I never thought I would be so involved in the growing of my child.. I mean, other than the basics."

I turn off the engine and we all step out of the car, Jungkook opening Tram Anh's door and assisting her in standing. She shakes her head with a giggle.

I think it's adorable and heartwarming to see the way Tram Anh's partner takes care of her since finding out about her pregnancy. She has never been a fragile woman, but that doesn't stop Jungkook from shielding anything that could possibly harm her even shielding her to an extreme extent.

He insisted on installing sliding doors throughout our home because actual doors could swing backwards and hit Tram Anh injuring her and the baby. He also safeguards all of the kitchen cabinets when Tram Anh is cooking. No door is trustworthy in our home anymore.

I give Tram Anh a hug and a kiss before parting ways. Jungkook asks twice more if I am sure he should be the one accompanying Tram Anh to her appointment and twice more I have to assure him it is fine.

I make my way across the street to a small café to wait. It's a good thing I have plenty of time because the line is longer than I expected.

The man in line in front of me has a woman in front of him who has business written all over her. A brown leather messenger bag hangs from one of her shoulders, the strap holding on to the crossbody strap of her purse at her opposite hip.

Her hands are full; her left hand holds a new model cellphone, a palm sized notepad, and her card wallet while the right holds an older cellphone with a few nicks at the edges, most likely her personal device.

She quietly giggles at whatever funny video she's watching while she waits, double tapping the screen and producing red hearts. When her turn arrives, she empties her hands on the counter to struggle with her small, slim wallet and remove a bank card.

Her business phone rings as she is finishing her transaction. In her hurry, she grabs her belongings in an awkward way as now she's on the phone and she has a coffee cup to add to the mix.

She breezes by me, the fresh floral scent of daffodils tickling my nostrils, and drops her tiny wallet right at my feet. She doesn't realize what has happened and she exits the café.

I quickly retrieve her wallet from the linoleum and follow her out to the sidewalk. It isn't until I crash right into her that I finally get a good look at her features.

I fight to keep composure. She is my perfect image of femininity.

"Excuse me," she says in a nervous but questioning way.

"It was my fault," I can hardly manage to say as I stare deep into her dark brown eyes.

The world pauses for a moment and all sounds disappear except one..

..the sound of my name dripped in lust and covered with yearning.

"You, uhm.. you dropped this back there."