Knock knock, Baby! || JJK

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It's been a few days since the boys visited us for the first time now. Taehyung said that he'll come to play overwatch with Jungkook someday since he is 'free' to visit us now that he knows everything.

I stop in front of the living room mirror as I spot my reflection on it and try make a sexy face. Is it good enough for a model? As I know the answer, a sigh escapes my mouth. I wish I had someone to help me do some good facial expressions. I always have to practice on my own. And it's not like I can seduce my own self... I guess.

I start trying some poses. If I really want a photo shoot with such a good photographer, I need to be good at modeling as well. I don't want to be just an average model, so I must do everything I can to be always better and to always do my best. Even if I have to practice on my own. I can do this. Y/n, fighting!

After maybe twenty minutes, I stop posing and just look at myself through the mirror. It's been a while since I've last gone to the gym. If I'm going to keep eating as much as I do now, I should at least go to the gym to stay healthy. I tap my belly. Time to kill my baby fat. This food baby needs to go. One baby in my life it's already enough for now.

My eyes travel to look at Mun-hee, who's sleeping on a pillow on the couch (the cutest sight).

"Wanna go to the gym, baby?" I say in a baby voice. I don't think it will be a problem, right? The real problem of going out with Mun-hee it's not really "taking him out", it's "taking him out to somewhere with many people". And why? That's because, since he doesn't have all the important vaccines, he could get sick more easily.

I walk to the kitchen to make a milk bottle for him, then I go get what I think he might need if we are 'out'. After that, I go change into some gym clothes and go get Mun-hee on the living room. When I get there, I pick him up and put the boy down carefully on the carrier trying not to wake him up. After I got everything set up, we head towards the complex's gym.

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I place Mun-hee's carrier in one of the sits that they have here at the gym. After I set him there, I put my earphones on and start playing some music. Not too loud, so that I can hear in case he decides to cry. I do a warm-up before I finally start my routine.

After almost an hour, Mun-hee starts crying, so I stop the treadmill and go to him.

"What's wrong?" I pick him up in my arms. I think he must be hungry. It's been more than two hours since he'd last eaten.

I sit down with him in my arms and get the bottle to feed him.

"Here we go, Mun-hee." I put it close to his mouth and at the very moment, he already starts sucking the milk as if his life depends on it. I chuckle.

"Good afternoon." A lady says entering the gym. I look away from Mun-hee to her.

"Oh, good afternoon, miss." I smile as I somewhat bow while holding the baby. I recognize her once I've already seen her a couple of times last month. She's a nice lady who lives on the eighth floor right above us; Mrs. Song.

She looks toward the baby and a surprised expression appears on her face.

"Oh, who is this little boy over there?" She comes closer and lightly squeezes Mun-hee's little foot.

"I'm Mun-hee, Mrs. Song," I say moving his little hand as if he was waving with it.

"How cute! I didn't know you had a baby, Y/n." I just open a small smile and look down.

"Yeah, not many people know actually."

"How old is he?"

"A bit over a month now." I smile.