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*Harper's a single mom
Night Six. One night short from it being a full week of this.
Long, stressful, extremely tiring. Yoongi was in an operating room for 11 hours performing surgery. After that, he was to drop. But he had to make it home. He drove with two hands on the wheel and wide eyes the entire time. He trudged up the stairs to his apartment floor, being that the elevator's under maintenance.
He made it up, showered and got right into bed. The second that he closed his eyes, he snapped them right back open.
Kept up by the sound of the shrilly, shrieking cries of his neighbor's baby, he's been staring at the ceiling ever since. As exhausted as he may be, his body will not shut him down until he is mentally aware that both his neighbor and the infant are okay.
And he currently knows that that isn't the case.
With a heavy sigh and disgruntled mumbling, Yoongi pulls the covers back and sits up in his bed. He rubs his eyes before standing up and putting his house slippers on. He scratches his chest as walks out of the room. He grabs his keys off the counter and puts them in his pocket. He washes his hands before walking out of his apartment.
He walks five feet down and knocks on the door. They're not meant to be rude hard knocks but the dead weight from his tired body makes it difficult not to do so.
A minute or so passes before the door opens, revealing an exhausted mother. The evidence of her tears are still gathered in her eyes and down her cheeks, no matter how much she tried get rid of them.
She's wearing an oversized t shirt and sweatpants that fit loosely on her hips. There a a few small milk stains on her black shirt and formula residue on her sweatpants. In her arms is the screaming two month old.
Harper looks guilty as she steps out of the doorway. He walks inside without a word, holding his hands out for the infant. Harper sniffles as she hands her son to the man. He feels his cheeks and the sides of his neck as he walks to her fridge.
She closes the door behind him and locks it before following him. She knows that he probably hates her. There's no way that he doesn't. She'd hate her too. How can she not parent her own child properly? She can never get him to calm down quickly. He screams and screams for hours on end and nothing that she does ever seems to help.
Yoongi cradles the baby against him as he takes out the Tylenol. He syringes out the proper 1.25mL and gets it into the baby's mouth. It's a slight struggle with his crying and wiggling but he manages.
Harper watches him carefully as she picks at her cuticles.
He puts the medicine back in the fridge and walks around with the baby until his screaming quiets into cries. When that happens, he makes a bottle and drops it into the warmer. He waits the 20 seconds and takes it out, testing it on the back of his hand.
Harper wants to tell him that she's already tried this. He wouldn't eat. He wouldn't even close his mouth around the bottle's nipple.
Yoongi teases him with it a few times until he tastes the milk before giving it to him. Harper watches her son eat hungrily and she drops her hands in disbelief. He did that so easily. Why is this so simple for him to do and she can't?
She's his mother and she can't even calm her own child down. It fills her with dread and almost tangible amounts of guilt. She feels terrible. Every single night, she feels horrible.
Yoongi walks to the couch and checks the infant's diaper. He's dry.
He lays down on his side as he feeds him. When the bottle is almost finished, the baby's eyes flutter closed. Yoongi burps him then lays him on his chest. He puts pillows down on the floor next to the sofa, just in case. Nothing has ever happened but he's not going to risk it.
He strips him down to his snap onesie and covers both of them using the throw blanket on the back of the couch. He makes sure not to put it too high up on him. His pediatrician friend would probably scold him for this but Taehyung also doesn't have any kids. He's not staying up for hours with a screaming baby who seems to be picky already.
Taehyung sleeps great every night with no issues whatsoever so Yoongi doesn't care what he says. He's always careful with Harper's son.
Said woman stands there blinking as she looks at them.
"I got him. Go to bed." He tells her with his eyes closed. "And please don't argue with me about it tonight. We could both use the sleep."
"...o..kay." She says quietly. She takes a final look at them before walking down the hall to her room. She gets under blankets and lays her head on the pillow.
Harper slowly closes her eyes, finally able to rest with the quiet in her apartment. Thanks to the kind surgeon from next door.
All she knows is his name.
A|N I'm literally in love with this book and it's barely even written😭
