Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

1

'Congratulations it's a girl'

"It's your mom."

My mother's red hair is the first thing I notice. I wheezed against her shoulder almost not knowing how to breathe. She patted the back of my head in a comforting manner. My mom cupped my cheeks, wiping my tears away with her thumbs. "Breathe, honey." Her gentle tone felt like a good breeze.

Eventually my heart rate settled back to normal. I explained to my mother the situation that landed me where I am with the fear of being rejected. To my surprise she was super understanding. Of course, she wasn't too happy but the deed is done. The biggest argument other than keeping off the tabloids is where will the baby stay. My manager is saying to leave her with my mother at home, others are growing the nerve to convince me to put her up for adoption.

"Hey no, cmon, thats not right."

"I would NEVER do something like that. Nor leave her with my mother or give her away."

All eyes were on me. "Jungkook, you can't have a baby living in the dorms with the rest of the guys." My manager bluntly stated. "I don't think they'd have a problem. I'm not leaving a newborn with my mother...my newborn." I corrected myself. It feels weird to say that it's my newborn, my daughter.

This argument went on for a while and concluded once I threatened to disband. I don't want to do that. But they are leading me to it. I'm a single parent and not even legal age. I need all the help I can get. However they are fighting for me to stay, so we settled on something we all agreed. Id stay a few days with my mother so I get a routine going.

"Can I see the baby now?" I asked after a few moments of silence. The staff member that had her at the dorm still had her in her arms.

When she came in, the baby had a different outfit on. "Um Eunha was a little dirty so I had to change her."

"Thank you." I say to the staff member softly. "How do I hold her?"

The staff member smiles, telling me to fold my arms and so I did. She passed me Eunha too quickly on to my arms, gently putting her head where it could be supported by my own forearm. I sat on a chair and stare at her. Gotta be the prettiest newborn ever. Carefully I adjust her to lay on my lap so her covered feet softly hit my stomach. "She so beautiful," I play with her little fingers.

My mother put her hands on her cheeks surprised to see Eunha. "Oh my, Jungkook..." she put one finger on the baby's rosy cheek in awe. I have no idea how I should feel right now. I should be happy but all I have is fear. I flinched when all of a sudden my baby began to whimper, scrunching her face. Its the cutest thing I swear. I supported her head with one hand and with the other I bring her up so my nose gently touches hers.

Eunha whimpered for a couple seconds more before going silent. She really does smell good. When I looked up, the crew all were in awe. I smiled shyly at them, returning my gaze to Eunha.

Once everything settled, my mother and I made our way the store. There's so many things I have to purchase. Though a big problem is being spotted and so to avoid that, I was forced to stay at home with my father and the baby. He cried when he met Eunha, and immediately took her in his arms like a precious artifact. Everything was briefly explained to him prior me showing up but I had to go in detail.

Nothing scarier than telling my father I accidentally got a girl knocked up.

My mother eventually showed up with a whole box full of baby clothing, rags, diapers, wipes, basically all the essentials to keep a baby alive. My mom is an angel sent from heaven.

Eunha started to cry really bad right then. I know her bottle is empty so she must be starved. My mother motioned to come with her behind the counter. She pointed out the canteen of milk powder. "I fed you this formula until about a year old before you started drinking whole cow's milk. You need to watch to see how Eunha reacts to it." I nodded.

"React to it how?"

"She could be allergic to the formula, you were allergic to the first formula. I knew because you were colic."

"Colic?"

"You cried so much because the milk gave you stomach pain. The only way you could tell me was crying always."

I swallowed nervously. The crying is going to throw me off I already know this.

My mother showed me how to prepare the milk bottle, and what temperature it should be. The mixing of the powder and milk looked like a chemistry experiment.

I held Eunha in a semi-upright position and supported her head in the crook of my arm and hand down around her bottom. I brought the bottle's teat to Eunha's wide open mouth as she wailed. She latched onto it and started to suck and swallow. "Not too bad." I smiled looking into her honey irises.

"How do I know if I fed her too much?"

My mother crossed her arms patiently, "she'll let you know." Was her reply. Eunha tilted her head away from the teat, now starting to squirm. I guess she's full. Draping her over my shoulder, I hold her head high up and resting over my shoulder. I didn't know if I'm doing it correctly so I glanced at my parents and they gave me a thumbs up. Firmly I patted her back for 2-3 minutes until she burped .

"Awee she burped." I gushed and rubbed her back.

I exhaled loudly after putting her down on my lap. I'm tired already and this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Sleep is something I always appreciated. I don't want to get up and it doesn't matter who jumps on me. Be it the guys or anyone else. Thats why I built a tolerance to noise so good, I have to be physically woken. And exactly that happened.

"Jungkook, get up, Eunha is crying." The soft whisper from my mother immediately had me rolling out of bed. All disoriented, faintly the cries of my daughter filled my ears.

I entered the guest room right to the small play yard in the corner. "Shh Eunha, its okay." I coo. Her bottom is soaked which made me shiver internally. "What I do change her diaper first?"

My mom nodded her head, leaving me to do it. Change her diaper first before preparing the milk bottle. Nervously, I began to undress the baby's onesie and leaving her in diaper alone. Her skin is a light purple ish pink, plus the black stump on her navel.  "Make sure you have all you need, before you change, Jeon."

I made sure Eunha wouldn't fall off the bed by making a wall with pillows, before retrieving wipes, diapers and a new onesie. It's too early for this. I gently lay the baby on her back then unfasten the diaper tabs on each side. I had to mentally prepare myself for what I'm about to see. I thought I would faint, but instead I turned around to take a second. 

My mother giggled to herself.  "It's not the worst you'll see I'm sorry to say. You get used to it."

"Do I now?"

I gathered myself, raise my child's bottom off of the diaper by gently grasping her ankles and lifting them slightly. I used the upper half of the diaper to gently sweep her business toward the lower half.

Slide the diaper away. Placed it nearby then began to wipe her clean using minimal wipes. After the mission was completed, I swoop Eunha onto my shoulder.

I could breathe through nose now.