Knock knock, Baby! || JJK

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"Say something." I speak to Jungkook. The boy who now sits on the sofa, beside me, staring at the ground.

"Congratulations."

I huff, "Say something that you actually mean."

"I mean it, Y/n." He turns to face me, "You told me about your dream. Who am I to stop you from archiving it."

"But you're still not happy about it." I insist. My brows scrunching together in a small frown. "It's pretty obvious to me here."

"It's not that. I just wish the timing was different. And that perhaps we did not have so many things going on in our lives right now. That's all." I can't understand the looks he's giving me, so I return it with a still unconvinced one. I know how he is with this matter, with Munhee and all... But, at the same time, I can't understand. It's clear that he likes kids, I remember he even told me that once. Jungkook seems absolutely fine with Munhee (acting pretty much like a real father even) until we talk about keeping him. That's when he builds up a wall. I honestly can't understand why he does that. But stopping to think of it, deep inside, I think I might do. I just don't want to acknowledge it.

"Good. I thought you'd give me one of those lectures of yours." I say earning a glare look from my housemate although he doesn't say anything. Perhaps he's too tired today to start an argument on it. I'm pretty exhausted myself too. And we still have that argument to deal with. I get up from the couch. "I'm pretty tired today, so, if you don't mind, I'll be heading to bed now."

He sighs, "I guess I'll get going to bed as well."

I nod and go to my room. Entering the familiar space, my eyes land on the little sleeping baby. He's such a lovely little boy. Munhee doesn't even give us much trouble.

I walk up to sit on my bed, taking my clothes off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. I'll pick them up tomorrow. A yawn scapes my lips as I take the hoodie I left on my bed this morning before putting it on.

"Geez, I'm sleepy." I speak to myself. I get comfy under my blanket before reaching my hand out towards the light switch, switching the lights off. All that studying I did today burned my brain and my energy. I think I'll need more than twelve hours of sleep to feel relaxed again. And perhaps a bath with somes of those bath bombs and flowers. That sounds so fancy. I wish we had a bathtub. That would be cool. I could put Munhee there and let him play with those yellow ducks kids use in tubs... when he's older though.

"Good night, baby." I say to the sleeping boy beside me, still on his carrier, as usual. And with that I drift off to dreamland.

•••

My lips are almost touching Park Seojun's when I hear a loud wail that wakes me up.

"Aish, why now?!" I mess my hair in frustration and take a look at my phone to check the time.

3:45am.

God help me. I rub my eyes before getting up from my bed to see what little Munhee wants.

"What do you want, baby?" I ask him, bouncing him gently. I check his diaper and see that it's clean. "Is it time for his milk?" I mumble to myself, walking with him to the kitchen. I make a bottle quickly for him before returning to the bedroom. I feed him and put him back to sleep. Once he's asleep I get back under my covers and check the time on my phone.

4:06am.

I need to sleep. Geez, I feel like I'm dying.

I manage to sleep again only to be waken up twenty minutes later. I get up again to see what the little boy wants. I check his diaper and it's still clean. I guess it's still soon for him to poop then. Just great. That means he'll probably wake me up again soon then.