Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

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My sweetest Eunha:

The Red Bullet Tour has come to it's conclusion.

I cannot stress how exhausting the summer has been. Wild days that turned into wild nights. Not in that way, just in case...ok maybe one wild night. A bathroom break that got me separated from my brothers and led me getting distracted. It led myself to think someone cared about me enough to let them have their way with me.

Dumbass mistake really. As awkward emo—shy I was at 17 I could still flirt flawlessly. You know this by now, I'm your biggest charmer. But you really were the first to make me feel so overwhelmed that I hated you. Now it's clear that it was never hate, it was the undeniable love I had for you. I just didn't know it yet.

I should start from the beginning when you first showed up at my doorstep...

¥—2015

"Yes!!"

Who would have thought winning rock, paper, scissors would get me my own room. Goodbye snoring roommates. I love Tae and RM don't get me wrong, but crap they snore like hell. Imagine a truck and a train coming at each other, its a terrible sound. The best part of rooming by myself is that I don't wake up to Tae sleeping with his eyes open.

We just moved into a bigger space. Our last dorm had us all sleeping in the same room. Fun times that will probably come back with our separation anxiety.

I hear something wailing in my head, though it could all be in my dreams. It got progressively louder by the minute. When I couldn't bare it I kicked off my blanket and reached for the alarm. But it's not the alarm making the sound. I rubbed my eyes as I walked out to the living space. Hobi also shuffled from his cave, I had to chuckle at his hair all spiked up like static.

"You hear that too?"

"I thought somebody is crying."

We both snap our gazes to the front door where the wailing came from. I went up to it, slowly opening it. A wacky infant car seat facing me had a bundled fluffy blanket. I crouched down to it, moving the blanket aside to a pair of honey brown almond eyes that struck me.  "OH." Hobi and I jumped back at the sight.

Its a baby. 

I flinched even more when its little face scrunched and wrinkled as it cried. I clicked back to life, grabbing the car seat and bringing it inside the dorm.  "Wake up the guys." I told Hobi. 

While he did that I checked the blanket for anything. A little note stuck to the fluffy fabric,

—Her name's Baek Eunha. No refunds.

~Joy

My mouth gawked at the simple message left for me. Slowly my arm fell limp to my side now tuning back to the softly whining baby. Fear, disappointment, horror washed over me like a tidal wave. It felt like I couldn't stand any longer.

I heard steps behind me and I knew right then the guys were behind me, Watching the baby still in the carseat.  "Where? What? Who?.." Namjoon spoke up, taking steps forward not looking away.

So I give him the note I just read.

"Who's Joy?"

I scratched my head, thinking very hard.  "Early last year at the start of Red Bullet Tour...I sort of got it...on." I spoke like I forgot how to put words together. All the guy's simultaneously asked 'What?' As if they are deaf.  "Yes, I got it on with a girl."

ONE TIME.

Everyone switched baffled expressions.

"Was this girl's name Joy, by any chance?"

"Mhm." I blinked twice as hard now. Namjoon came closer to the carseat to look at the baby that just fell asleep.  "And no protection?"

I cleared my throat, gesturing to the baby. His 148 IQ is buffering, it needs a second to restart. "Jungkook!" There it is. Namjoon paced around.  "No no no, this can't be happening. How can we be so sure this is your baby?" He came over again to the carseat, grabbing a small reusable milk bottle by the baby's arm.  "We need to call somebody."

Our dorm went from quiet to loud in less than an hour. Our agency's staff and manager freaking out over the situation. And I'm trying to stay calm. There's no proof the child is mine. No birth certificate or information came with her. A female staff member held the baby girl to her chest and softly swayed. "She smells divine."

Her little hospital cap fell off but I caught it before it touched the ground. The baby has the softest brown head of hair, so thin. "Jungkook, this little girl is no more than a week old. Look at the navel." The staff member readjusted the infant to lay on her back, then lifted her little pajama. There is a black stump on her navel. "That's nasty." I said.

"It's supposed to dry and fall off later. We have to take her and yourself to the pediatrician."

"I'm not taking her anywhere until the
crew comes back from the hospital."

"Hold her at least," I stand away from the staff member letting out a shaky breath. I told her no. I've never held a baby that small in my life. I'm scared I'll drop her. The staff member shot me a look of pity mixed with sympathy.

I never touched the baby until the crew came back from the hospital. I could tell by the look on their faces that good news were not in my favor. Joy—or whatever the girl's name was waltzed in to the emergency room in active labor. Despite being a year older than me, she was by herself and had the baby approximately in four hours.

The birth certificate had me listed as legal father and yet I don't see the mother listed at all. Is that even possible to do? Apparently the girl checked out about two days after. Nobody knows where she is."

"Figures."

I ran my fingers over the tiny footprints on the certificate.  "But this doesn't mean she's mine, it could be anybody's." I told my manager while he grimaced at the situation.  "Thats why you're getting a paternity test."

At the testing center, I hissed as blood was taken from my arm. I got my mouthed swabbed twice.

My index fingers plugged into my ear as the sample collector swabbed the newborn's mouth. It hurt my heart to hear her wail when that little butterfly needle punctured her arm. Its like the weakest yet strongest whimpers a baby can make. Few more hours later in the same medical setting I was given a big envelope. I teared it open while my manager stood by me.

I held the paper trying to understand how to read it, though I was being told how to. These things are hard to read for no reason whatsoever.

Probability of paternity: 99.9998%

My manager slapped his hand over his mouth when he saw the same thing I did. Tunnel vision started to set it and I had to look away from the darkening numbers. I rubbed my temples, stammering my words,  "I need to—hhh."

"Jungkook?"

"I need to call my mom."

Everything went white, followed by the loud thud of my body dropping like a fly. A eerie ringing inside my head drowning the voices of the people around.

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Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this story of literal daddy Kookie. Some of the events will not be exact as real life alright? For the purpose of the story some things are changed but it won't be far off. 

This story will be told in JK's POV and Third POV

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