AMBUL

~ 38. Real Baby ~

Chanyeol: Hey kiddo. She's my wife
It was the time for the two schoolboys to widen both of their eyes and mouths

Jongin: What?
Jongin quested with clear offence in both his tone and eyes. It just so appeared to be awkward till my throat go dry in a second

Chanyeol: Just as you heard
At first, I thought it was illusion but it wasn't. He totally wore a smug while declaring I was his wife. That's psychotic

Y/n: We were messing around
Fiddling with my fingers in nervousness, I attempted to put on a smile in order to reassure the confusion the visages of innocent boys

Lay: Awww, I thought it's real
Only a smile remark came out of the gentleman, though the confusion hadn't left his expression

Jongin: Oh my gosh, woman! You fucked up
At the same time, Jongin was blown up with awe and amazement. Assuming upon his childish glare, I could say he was mad tight and he had given up calling me Noona since I wasn't some poor damsel in danger like he imagined

Y/n: Hey, watch your language. I'm older than you, the right pronounce for me us Noona, got it?
It was bossy of me scaring him out back since he yelled at me disrespectfully. The poor boy could only stare at me. Out of composure, I already jumped up to him, gripping his neck in the crook of my elbow, squeezing till it suffocated his wind pipe. Gagging in my grip, he squirted like a fish in the pan for life. As much as I found it cute and amusing, I felt like mending him to behave well also, so that next time, he'd be acting nice and gracious to elders

Jongin: Let go, let- aa- go
The throaty demand was suffocated in his voice as he attempted to release himself free

Y/n: Behave, behave boy
In a way of negotiation, I asked for gratitude from him tending to still choke him untill he gave up

Jongin: Ahh, please, please..
Puffing out the crack lump in his tone, not willingly, he pleaded. When I tightened the grip on his neck, requesting for more sincerity, he cried out loud

Jongin: Ahhhhhhh, ahh, please..
Finally escaping, along with the rapid coughs, his breaths ran in a mind rage, hand kneading delicately on his neck where I printed a red mark by my grip. The kid glared at me merely

Y/n: Show some manner, young man
Resting my hand at his shoulder, staring bluey to his eyes, I reminded

Jongin: Sorry, Noona
At last, he found some gratitude in his dictionary, which was satisfying to me

Jongin: Then, I'll go, bye
Thought he could escape like this, turning around aiming to run away from me, he rushed

Y/n: Why aren't you at school now, Jongin?
He paused his steps merely mumbling a curse under his breath furtively

Y/n: You skipped your classes, didn't you?
Flinching as if I scared the living life out of him, he flattered around with his back facing me

Y/n: Kin Jongin

Jongin: Woman, you're not my mother for Pete's sake
Yelling that, he darted his steps away from me. Healthy runner that could beat any sportsman in a race, and how could I catch his speed this fast. All I could do was gazing at his fading figure far away in the crowd on the pavement

Lay: Ummm, I'll go, too
The boy was clueless that Jongin and I were acquaintances and seemed like trying hardly to figure everything out. So I granted with a positive nod for him to dismiss

Y/n: Jongin. I'm definitely ringing your granny's phone for sure
Swearing upon my heart, I grunted at the uncontrollable teen boy

Chanyeol: When will you stop murmuring about him? Do you even feel my presence, Y/n?
Jealously filled his eyes and the facial expression like a kid got stolen his candy