Knock knock, Baby! || JJK

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"No Munie!!" I exclaimed in exhaustion as the baby boy gushed on me. I just finished his bottle and was making him burp. But when I held him in front of my face he painted my shirt and stylized it with milky yellowish paint. Aka baby puke. Just great.

"Told you he's been doing that a lot lately. You should be careful, I'm sure it's not good if this continues."

"Yeah yeah." I sigh before pouting. "I don't even have anything to wear, my shirts are all in the laundry."

"Don't you wash your clothes? Ew." Jungkook gives me a judgmental look. I know how he appreciates and worships his clean and downy-smelling clothes. But I forgot to do my laundry this week with all the studying, plus baby duties and the shooting I had to do. And as he said, Munhee's been keeping this horrible habit of gushing. So it's not surprising I slowly ran out of shirts.

"I just forgot." I clean Munhee up and sit him down on my lap. I better not lay him down if I want to avoid another gush. Guess we'll be smelling and feeling baby puke till tomorrow. Omg, this is disgusting. At least it's baby puke...right? I mean he only drinks milk so I guess it's not as disgusting.

"So you're just gonna wear it dirty?"

I take the shirt in my hand to take a better look at the stain, I sigh, "Do I have any other choice?"

Jungkook stays silent before getting up from the couch and entering his room. I decide to ignore him and begin talking in a baby voice with the little boy in my lap.

"Why have you been gushing, huh? Is everything alright? Do you not like this formula?"

"Here." I hear my roommate's voice followed by a clothing piece falling on my head. I reach for it and hold it in front of my eyes. Is this... his shirt?

My heart makes a little twirl and I have to resist the urge to react by trying to act just as nonchalantly as he's doing.

"What is this?" I try my best to sound normal. I pray to god he doesn't notice how nervous I am.

"A shirt, obviously. What do you think?" He sits back on the sofa and grabs his controller, turning on his game.

Is this really not a big deal? Isn't giving girls your shirt... something personal?

"But... why?"

"You said you didn't have anything to wear. I do have other clean shirts so... wear it."

"B-but...?"

Jungkook raises a questioning eyebrow at me before speaking, "Do you want to wear the puke shirt? If not, just wear it. It's cool, you can wear it, Y/n."

I bit my lip still hesitant.

"It's not like I want to see you wearing nothing either." He adds as an afterthought. My brows scrunch together. For some reason, the comment stings.

I look at the shirt in my hand. It looks clean. And I've definitely seen him wearing this shirt before.. so it is his. I mean, it could be a friend's shirt? Why is he allowing me to wear it this easily, though?

"So?"

I look up at him before clenching the shirt and standing up from the ground.

"I'll wear it, thank you."

I quickly head to my room and place Munhee on the bed.

I look at Jungkook's shirt and smell it. It smells like him, no I mean, clean! It smells clean, yes...

What am I doing? I know I already came to terms with the fact I might like him but this is ridiculous.

I decided to not deal any longer with the matter and quickly got rid of my current shirt replacing it with Jungkook's. It's very big, making me look tiny compared to him. Well, Jungkook normally wears oversized clothes so... it's very baggy. I look at myself in the mirror. It doesn't look like I'm wearing a baggy shirt... it looks like I'm wearing a man's shirt. Definitely. How is that possible?